Verse 1)
God gave me this talent, to do music
Like 6th graders, raising his hands, I gotta use it

Putting pure passion, in tracks, I drop true %#@!
Reinvigorate em like embalming fluid, I do this
I'm sicker than, the rest of them, by my estimate

I'm besting them, in every regimen, and that's a testament
To how I put in work...burning desire man
You think you want it more, I burn your desire fam

I'm, sick with it, if I write it it's cold
Never losing it's temperature, it'll ice on a stove
Got these rappers slipping, like black ice on the road

..And I don't spit it in the mic, man I snow
That's hydrolic, I got it, higher
then a, sky rocket, my God, he's about to drop it

And when I drop it, ain't no way, that you can stop it
Like ya tryna box out, Serge Ibaka, from a block, I'll swat it


(Hook 1)
Think you got a shot, I'll swat it
That's one for the mind

That's one for the mind
One time, that's one for the mind


(Verse 2)
I'm a wrestler, like Bam Bam Bigalow
Quick to slip a hoe, into a figure four

^!$$% know, I'ma kill it, when I pick a flow
The only way you'll see Pac, is in A Different World, I'm Piccolo
...That's over your head

...I guess you'll only really, know when you're dead
......less you ain't going to heaven
And you destined, to dwell in them pits, that's lower than graves

My soul is in tact, I know it in fact
I kill my enemies, with my pen, $#&@ holding a gat
They wanta know, if I ain't packing, how I'm sposed to react

Well this how you gon kill em...without resorting to that
Look...They pack a nine, and I'm packing mine
In the form you don't have to crack open a book, to impact the mind

...I put the message, in the music
Get the lesson, you should use it, or you destined, to be stupid


(Hook 2)
Are you destined, to be stupid
That's one for the mind

That's one for the mind
One time, that's one for the mind