Snatch the wack ass rappers lock em in a cage an erase the illiterate nusence Using tools produced by the hands of God's Olympus rocks when you stand above The cloud of smoke you inhale bra an seeing past the stars above I'm tired of all this waiting I've made mistakes with Satan I've dealt the hands an played with dice An I knew that death was waiting But I swung the axe an attacked him back Rose from the ash An the aftermath Impact is the bass drum kicking in the back when the fat boy breaks an makes a track
There is no stopping because what I do I do it well
I'm not a little wave I am a new tsunami swell I've been inspired by powers that are controlling me An that's okay because now I know my destiny