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Verse 1:
I’ve come up, one of the most prolific emcees. Still Osiris tha God iz faced wit tragedy, these obstacles make my mission seem obsolete. When I spit 16, ears migrate to the street. My lyrics will map ya straight to the Pharaohs coffin? I been runnin phantom power since B.C. 5000. Hip Hops golden child, manifest the flames, Siris, the fire angel, spread hot wings. No more stressing, lifted, sippin effervescent, derived from ancient grape essence, feel drunk in my presence. Hip Hop iz dead, Sun that cat Nas was right, but through my Trax GOD, you can bask in the afterlife.

Verse 2:
Yo, I ignite the source sheds light, 93 million miles, through night, to give you life. A soldier, a gentleman, all combined tight, my words will lead your cerebral to freedom, aight? And when I destroy this game, you do not look back. And if you do Sun, you’ll turn to salt and just crack. It’s not my revelation, hip-hop is elevatin. Emcees, take your station, Sun we stopping this invasion, we battelin some cavemen, make em rest upon the pavement. Stickin to this mission, on the papyrus it was written, im a treat these new emcees, like they a basket kittens. The pride I roll wit iz to tough for theses bi***es. It’s true, im so gifted, my soul iz still driftin, the gash I leave in mic’s, has audio blood dripin. Use you ear to dip it, take a lick and you’ll be trippin. Osiris the God, don’t be in the wake of this mission.

Verse 3:
I shine, so bright, I make the Sun squint, when I’m out, get your head down or eyelids get singed. You, might be net famous but you aint that raw kid. A bum could drop 50 bucks be # 1 on Soundclick. The f*** outta my zone, before your weakness rubs off. My subliminal message will make cast studying reflections. Got more answers to questions than them 120 lessons. My track is refined to locate the lost Muslim. I don’t rap for fun Sun, I spit for the 7th jewel. They say im too serious, weak rap makes me furious. Im launchin “Pharaoh Recordz” Sun you better get up on it, I’ll sell more “Slave to the Game” than Dre did the chronic. Are you ready, emcees too soft el straight melt in the flame. Like how I clean dope, that’s how I purify this game. Im sick of bein tired, so I keep spittin this fire, you could smoke 2 blunts sun, but I bet I get you higher.