Verse 1: O'hene Savànt
O' was a serum saige, birth to my parents rage
Jottin' this in the sarcophagus, rockin' a pair of shades
Y'all ain't near my strength, y'all can't hear the pain?
What, you need a hearin' aid? In hearin' the serenade?
I spit-spit sorcery over any diss, distance doesn't exist
In the existence, of which I exist in
I catch folk on the back of a pterodactyl
With axel, when I act slow, who want it?
Everybody move back slow
Macro, micro, maestro, psychometric psycho, mind so tribal
I fight folks for the mic's soul
Black folks, white folks, even thе indian type folks
I'm the epitomе, I pity the enemy, even thinking of my title, now

(Chrous: Mega Ran, O'hene Savànt)
Back straight, chin up, lack faith? Get up, stand up listen up
What you starting for, this is the art of war
Back straight, chin up, lack faith? Get up, stand up listen up
What you starting for, this is the art of war

(Verse 2: Mega Ran)
For your info, let me intro, another sick flow, I must get low
When it gets cold, rougher if you had a pistol, with a clip full
This is gangrene, I ain't got a gangrene, James dean of this rap stuff
Keep your trap shut, keep your tracks up, "Calm down"
Homie you ain't that tough
I'm a visionary of the literary arts
Lewis Black for the jewish raps, you are foolish cats, so move it back
Before you cats get blown back
Ran get critical, get it down, I'ma spit around, at the new kid in town
Random and O'hene, and we don't kids around
I see you gritten your teeth, hitten them streets, rippin them beats
Like a savage, being established with a pen and pad in this madness
Or mentally pretend to be a enemy if you want
But the penalty is death if you front, bring it back now yeah

(Chrous: Mega Ran, O'hene Savànt)
Back straight, chin up, lack faith? Get up, stand up listen up
What you starting for, this is the art of war
Back straight, chin up, lack faith? Get up, stand up listen up
What you starting for, this is the art of war