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[Verse 1: MC Enoch]

I've really had it with this lack of intelligence
And you know I'm getting mad at the Ignorant's relevance
It's getting sad I'm about to leave 'em in pestilence
An just bury all their ass underneath all the sediments
You know I've had it, I done heard all your testaments
With the middle finger up to your rapping prerequisites
I say I rap the looks I get are incredulous
And they ain't gonna buy it until I show them some evidence
Time to settle, spit myself into prevalence
Royal Mitten got my back, taking land from the residents
Stomp your ass with the force of an elephant
All that bullshit you talking, dog, to me is irrelevant
They can't stand that my raps are intelligent
Turning on the radio's a hindrance to development
I'm loading up and licking shots at your settlement
And I'm going to keep bucking until me winning is eminent
It's evident that you feel out your element
So you better listen close to the way that I'm telling it
Wack rappers got me feeling malevolent
Catch me at the royal feast with the absence of etiquette
Mouth full spitting shit at the president
Because I never gave a fuck, always reckless and negligent
Enoch, I'm a holy descendant
And you won't see me in court unless if I'm the defendant