[Hook x2]
Ha! Pass the microphone in my direction
Cha! Serve them like department of corrections
Why? Cause I represent the resurrection
Woo! Flowing in that God and man connection

[Verse 1: Galaxalag]
I bring the weakly, and none of y'all can speak so uniquely
Oblique, see? That's how we coming, watch me peak these
Red line meters, like we medfly skeeters
Causing head fry fever, hope y'all deadline beaters
Cause I wouldn't want you reaching the ER too late
Caught victim playing chicken streetcar called hate
I come straight, and rush the front lines with dub plates
Push up the peacemaker, set free for Christ's sake
I will shake, and so will all heaven give birth
In these last days the kingdom come with earthquakes
I'll make dust, and trust my God will break
Any preconceived position that you all might take, straight

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Galaxalag]
I make tracks that bubble back deep action
The hard ones ain't associated with your re-runs
You sleep one segment wake up in traction
For seasons I packed them full, your series lacks them
I wax one record on the level of the Spirit
The real know the deal, but the phony ones will fear it
I smear it at the top of the charts to get you open
The heavy yoke has now been broken
So what you smoking on? Can't cope with my scope unfaded
Religion was your opiate I hope you translate it
As K.I.N.G.D.O.M.O.G.O.D. set free, go deep, straight

[Hook x3]