[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 bologna, so I don't hold it to be fact Just tryna put the pieces together, puzzled by this madness If that dollar crashes, niggas gone panic What we gonna do? How we gon eat? Don't even know how to Grow fruit, detached from your roots, nigga, me too I'm doing drugs, fornicating and eating fast food But I know I got three eyes cause I'm looking past you
[Hook: Joey Bada$$ & Ab-Soul] Enter the void This for my hundred dollar billers to destroy Spreading word of knowledge to through decoys People realize that it's time to deploy Stay on point - open your third eye, boy (And keep your motherfucking Chakras open Keep your motherfucking Chakras open Keep your mouth shut and keep your motherfucking Chakras open Keep your all seeing eye open)
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] 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 shit Ain't tryna be dead bent, I'll ascend off this spliff You can't pretend with this shit See, I know what's real and what isn't Ain't shit obscured with my vision, plus the herbs that I'm hittin' Allow me to observe what is hidden Could have been a cherry-pickin' nigga, if I ain't make jams and bury niggas Used to be the sweetest 'til life handed me the lemons, nigga Now everyday I see the sour patches The flower of life devoured into ashes