[Intro: Rakim]
Uh, it's the God Ra, I got a team with me, check it out
What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger
Ayo, Crooked I, you ready? (Hell yeah)
What’s in the future for the—
Aight, let me get the scratch right
What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger
[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]
The flow flyer than a stylist in the exit row
I'm walkin' 'round with a sprayer like I'm pest control
You took twenty-one MCs, put 'em to rest for sure
So I smoked twenty-one more, God rest they soul
Homie, it's KXNG Crook and Rakim, now who got the rap juice?
I'ma let this tune hit your core like I'm Papoose
Cops had me locked, but I snapped loose
I'm powered by the tropical sun, the biological son of Black Zeus
Hang glidin' on lightning, I can tell the rain to stop
With a acapella, mayne, I'm the cellophane
It's a wrap when I'm rapping, even in Hell, I can sell a flame
Wearing energy crystals like it's a Rocafella chain, mm
I park my Impala right at the ancient rituals
My Chuck Taylors walkin' on water with the originals
In the middle of spiritual beings seeing miracles
The women and children cheering so loudly, I can hear them go, "Ra"
With perfect timing they beating the drums goin', "Ra"
I heard the shaman, he's speaking in tongues goin', "Ra"
Somebody's yellin', "I think he's the one"
I peeped at the sun, inhalin' oxygen deep in my lungs
Looked at Ra, started spittin' the hardest written in art of rap
A verse that can reverse heart attacks when you listen
Jumpstarting your cardiac rhythm, brought you back with a sentence
From an artist that got it out the mud like a artifact (Facts)
Now they know my name from Harlem to Giza
Walking out the Apollo with Caesar with hollows and heaters
'64 Impala, the speakers bumpin' "Follow the Leader"
Another God MC for all the believers, Lord Crooked
Uh, it's the God Ra, I got a team with me, check it out
What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger
Ayo, Crooked I, you ready? (Hell yeah)
What’s in the future for the—
Aight, let me get the scratch right
What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger
[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]
The flow flyer than a stylist in the exit row
I'm walkin' 'round with a sprayer like I'm pest control
You took twenty-one MCs, put 'em to rest for sure
So I smoked twenty-one more, God rest they soul
Homie, it's KXNG Crook and Rakim, now who got the rap juice?
I'ma let this tune hit your core like I'm Papoose
Cops had me locked, but I snapped loose
I'm powered by the tropical sun, the biological son of Black Zeus
Hang glidin' on lightning, I can tell the rain to stop
With a acapella, mayne, I'm the cellophane
It's a wrap when I'm rapping, even in Hell, I can sell a flame
Wearing energy crystals like it's a Rocafella chain, mm
I park my Impala right at the ancient rituals
My Chuck Taylors walkin' on water with the originals
In the middle of spiritual beings seeing miracles
The women and children cheering so loudly, I can hear them go, "Ra"
With perfect timing they beating the drums goin', "Ra"
I heard the shaman, he's speaking in tongues goin', "Ra"
Somebody's yellin', "I think he's the one"
I peeped at the sun, inhalin' oxygen deep in my lungs
Looked at Ra, started spittin' the hardest written in art of rap
A verse that can reverse heart attacks when you listen
Jumpstarting your cardiac rhythm, brought you back with a sentence
From an artist that got it out the mud like a artifact (Facts)
Now they know my name from Harlem to Giza
Walking out the Apollo with Caesar with hollows and heaters
'64 Impala, the speakers bumpin' "Follow the Leader"
Another God MC for all the believers, Lord Crooked
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