Light of the Sun (Sun Wukong) Rustage (Ft. Johnald)

[Intro: Johnald]
So praise up to the light of the Sun

[Verse 1: Rustage]
Huh, yuh, every time I touch the mic
This man's getting silly 'cause it's monkey time
Wukong, ain't no Diddy, I'm a funky guy
Shapeshift, do it tricky, yeah, I customize
There's nothing like this Sun, won't be brushed aside
I run 'em like I won every monster fight
Like what a guy, it's done, then it's supper time
'Cause I'm on more levels than construction sites, huh
Gonna cause a scene in heaven
Keep a stick on my body, that's a lethal weapon
And I'm sick of these gods who wanna teach a lesson
They just one immortal, they ain't beating seven
And I send a mighty spirit to a deep depression
Great Sage say I'm equal to the beasts they mention
Five hundred years, that's a brief suspension
Say they getting to the bread, it's a yeast infection, huh
Fruits of my labour 'cause I was born from it
Call me a saviour, you can't be more honest
They acting crackers, but cannot talk - Grommet
This is a legacy, not a short sonnet
Way that I trend, I'm the topic
Great from my birth to the day that I rest, I gon' rock it
Hate on the best in the office
Making my mess - how I pay my respect to the prophets