[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Tell my momma I'm a shaman rhyming
Jesus Christ and Shawn Carter are my only idols

No, Jesus Christ and Shawn Carter are my only rivals
I'm the Messiah of rap, my catalog's the Bible
To the new generation of lost souls

Student loans, iPhones, reality TV shows
It shows a host of wise, but blind drones
Post Babylonia, so I'm told

It could be balogna, so I don't hold it to be fact
Just tryna put the pieces together, puzzled by this madness
If that dollar crashes, ^!$$%s gone panic

What we gonna do? How we gon eat? Don't even know how to
Grow fruit, detached from your roots, ^!$$%, me too
I'm doing drugs, fornicating and eating fast food

But I know I got three eyes cause I'm looking at you

[Hook: Joey Bada$$ (and Ab-Soul)]

Enter the void
This for my hundred dollar businesses to destroy
Spreading word of knowledge to through decoys

People realize that it's time to deploy
Stay on point - open your third eye, boy
(And keep your mother$#&@ing Chakras open

Keep your mother$#&@ing Chakras open
Keep your mouth shut and keep your mother$#&@ing Chakras open
Keep your all seeing eye open)


[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Had to escape nest, told Moms I'm Apex

And plus I lay checks, I bust in the latex
So it's nothing stopping the kid if you get where I come from
Busting conundrums on nuns and condoms

Don't want no problems, It's the number one solver
Can't see me with these sentences, get your bars up
I'm close to the pen, I depend on this %#@!

Ain't tryna be dead bent, I'll ascend off this spliff
You can't pretend with this %#@!
See, I know what's real and what isn't

Ain't %#@! obscured with my vision, plus the herbs that I'm hittin'
Allow me to observe what is hidden
Could have been a cherry-pickin' ^!$$%, if I ain't make jams and bury ^!$$%s

Used to be the sweetest 'til life handed me dilemmas, ^!$$%
Now everyday I see the sour patches
The flower of life devoured into ashes


[Hook]