The Sermon

[Verse 1, Chester P]
Blood, I blaze for days to save stamina praise
My fam in a blaze, raise same calibre blades
The challengers came to stand in my lane
My strain's straight popping off like a varicose vein
(McBanes!)
Hang your head in the shame of defeat
Came in the game for cheap thrills
The streets will say sleep kills
Play the beat and I will display deep skills
Speak for the people asleep still
Free will, refill speech, I speak shrill
Seeking a beat for each meal to eat the keep real with
In the heat where the police kill, but kids will
Steal up in the streets for the Ps to buy weed still
And I peak when it's all bleak
Building a fleet filled with thieves and fiends up in the Lord's seat
Increasing my lead till the dawn creeps up in the night
Like a killer in a Porsche jeep
Still a villain, I force-feed beats
See bars like souls the Lord keeps
And I walk in a warped sleep, fight the night at warp speed
Indeed, I see thoughts feed
Big heads and small feet surround my street in small fleets
All flee when the storm sweeps
Whores P support these
Walk in peace my heart beats until the reaper deports me

[Chorus, Chester P]
Is the sermon over now?
Are we riding overground?
Is it safe to breathe, can I call my friend?
Is it true they've returned again?

Is the sermon over now?
Are we riding overground?
Is it safe to leave, can I flee the ends?
Is it true they've returned again?

[Verse 2, Ramson Badbonez]
You see my presence is a blessing like it's free food
Staining up your cheap suit
Deeper than a tree's roots
Miraculous rap skill is intergalactical
Practical savage animal, radical supernatural
So get to stepping 'cause I'm here to bring an epidemic
When you're still pathetic
Stuck on repeat like a broken record
Gladly damage your physical 'til you're thin and frail
And waiting to die like being tied down to the British rails
My format, the figure-four snaps your thorax
Your whack raps before that get trampled like a doormat
I'm bringing out the eye tweezers for you sightseers
Mind reading, sly bitches lying they don't like penis
Underachieving like public schools on black pupils
That act brutal in the classrooms and snap rulers
Sensing your nervousness
And you'll get burnt to crisp
Your verses aren't shit next to the sins that my words commit
Breed of an instigator, lyrical freak of nature
Breaching your base, eliminate you for your latest data
Falling off like your rhymes were built on broken stilts
Potently ill like lumpy milk on your sheet and quilt
It's what you're meant to see
Like a documentary
It's Badbonez and Chester P
You know we've got the recipe
To take you to another level
Hover above the Devil
Then crush you like a pebble
With a slab of rusty metal

[Chorus, Chester P]
Is the sermon over now?
Are we riding overground?
Is it safe to breathe, can I call my friend?
Is it true they've returned again?

Is the sermon over now?
Are we riding overground?
Is it safe to leave, can I flee the ends?
Is it true they've returned again?