Rakim Balt Getty & Chino XL

[Intro]
Like 106 beats per minute, yaow!
Yo Balt, you said you want to do some, like
'90s throwback shit, like
Make like, I don't know, some Marley Marl shit
Fucking crazy
Romes, throw some zooga-zoogas and shit
Take these niggas back
Let's go in!

[Verse]
I am unmerciful
The last thing you should ever do is make a problem that's personal
My agenda in a verse is to
Curse what you consider church first with the worst diss and disperse submerge with words, causing violence to stir
Worse than events that occurred in the movies The Purge 1 and 2
I'm deep inside of your dreams, I've been the provider of rhyme schemes
Better say the wrong thing
Since the era of Nirvana in Midnight Marauder
I've been packing a persona that defiled the vagina of any non-minor prom queens
From the divine order of kings I've been born
Murder Donald Trump in his favorite tanning salon
Laughing at your vault or what you consider a big house
Balt'll write a check to make your whole bank bounce
But this is about the artform and not the riches
Now I'm sugar-free like I got a permit on pimping bitches
I've been stabbed with a knife that was longer than 11 inches
My premonitions stalk your religions
I taught the Christians to be smart and resistant, by God I'm enlisted
To go to war, efficient, magnificent, assault you with many metal ammunitions
Deep in the trenches in coats that are trenches
Naughty as Treach is reckless, specialist, fuck up your friendships
Bloody your guestlist, muddy money infested
Pissed on the pessimist, pestilence got you sending out an SOS (It's crazy!)
Your flesh is a mess, I'm angry and venomous
Kidnap the CEO for [?] and show him what a gorilla is
I paint a picture till every color's perfect
Booth surrounded by flames, even Thomas Fire was scared to burn it (Yeah!)