Lemme school you..

[Chorus: sung - in background]

I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I..


[talking over chorus]
Yo, to all my hungry disciples

Listen (let's talk) sit still, sit still.
Sit still (blackout) listen, the hungriest.
Kings, kings, kings, sit still (the hungriest)

Listen, lemme school you for a minute.
Blackout, blackout (blackout)..


[Verse One: Royce]
An angel from the lost, spite headband, marked dead man
Innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross (what)

The hotter the heart, the harder - wrapped up
Crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father
Wounded rebel (oooh) in Jerusalem

Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil
Black man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn when he stares out
With wool hair and feet of bronze

Birdstick, a black staff with brown handle
Backtrack; my first kicks, brown sandals
In the breeze of the surgeon, surrounded by merchants

I'mmaculate birth, conceived by a virgin
Do a lot in the lyric, due to the true and not living
Pure as the white driven human inside of a spirit

Or the Cathedral, that's only a quarter illegal
Slaughter the people, all for the forces of evil
Exterior armor, transparent, non-vivid

The last grand wizard slash serial bomber
Here it is; I'm Heaven sent, livin in Hell
All-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep watchin

Out for the death while the beats knockin
Plot by the Devil in a blue dress and chief stockings
Spiritual last, equipped with physical mass

Able to think quick and bring miracles to pass
The lost wonder of dark days to breathe light in
Christ titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightning

Control the thoughts, procore, feed the gators
Sole mediator of code in the Holy War, in front of the mobs
And a storm comin in March

Locked in the physical form of the son of the God

[Chorus: sung w/ adlibs]

I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I..


[Verse Two: Royce]
The true and living son of the son, thorough
Tongue swore of war, speak and slash son of a gun

When the rumors started I departed - I don't know
some old %#@! about me being placed in a tomb in the Garden
Listen here you lost, I was tortured and died for the cause

And got caught, disappeared from the cross
First into a lesson and learned of my return to the Earth
in the form of a perfect human specimen

The written jeweler, driven from the face of a leader
Slave of the people, in the form of a hidden ruler
Satan's descendents, put a break in what they intended

The hatred is ended - sway the other way of the sentence
Bells'll go and tell, defendants'll go to jail
Hot coal on ya trail, sinners'll go to Hell

I got a soul for sale, well;
Let's start the bidding at a tragic death
Who knows what's finna happen next?

Cousin of death, with predictions that I can promise
Gave it to Nostradamus and now he touchin the rest
The heart caller, balancing birds on my finger

Nerves of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk water
Foul searchin, bi-weekly, all-purpose
Talk verses in dashikis and fly turbans

Enter the scheme of things, all love
All thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings..

[Chorus: sung w/ adlibs]
...don't know where I am..

I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..

I wake up... and I don't know where I am..