(hook)
I gat two of 'em packed fighting for dominance
Two of ’em packed fighting for dominance
I gat two of 'em packed fighting for dominance
Two of 'em packed

Pray you never let me yield the pen for the sword
At times it’s doe or die, I feel am at war
With myself
Michael's tryna cure me
The Rokker's tryna kill me

(Verse 1, A-1 Rokker)
Came together like a puzzle
Delivery game fatal like a muzzle
Am bound to make yappers pregnant with rap battles
When it's time to pop, the midwife a cannibal
I wreck shit like a nuked up Cannon ball
I feel like a pharaoh who's had to hustle
From the cradle to the castles
Instead of hieroglyphs, i engrave rhymes that tales how the hero grieved
Am stuck, with my demons in a legion
At 24 i thought ma name would be a religion
Looking back, how high was a nigga, to dream he'd be bigger than the pioneers of his dreams
At times, depression creeps
And streams of tears threaten to seer like ether
May the Lord steer ma soul before the reaper...

(Hook)


(Verse 2,A-1 Rokker)
May the Lord steer ma soul before the reaper comes at me
As a repercussion of a life with a curse cast on
Is it too late to salvage the Savage in me
My life is garbage
Out like Scarface to get ma scars, avenged
Music turns the rain, of the pain, into a drizzle
The shy, crooked smiling Michael's got a riddle
To stay off the bottom who's got to stay off the bottle
Nurse this beer belly am too young to bear
That’s the only way the Rokker bears
It’s tough, to be a youth in the Rok
So, wat you gon violate me for
Wat you gon start that shit for
Am all about blowing up in your face like C4
Show a lil' regard bitch, am your sifu
Am here to see a fool
Be embarrassed, and that’s a mission imma see thru

(Hook)

(Verse 3, A-1 Rokker)
Are dreamers in-fatuated with death
May be mad to a certain level, you level
May be sad and want out, you level
May be it sucks to see em live with no effort
When i contemplate how unconsciously content they are, am fulla contempt
Alive for the daily
When times are bad, they turn to deites
We, our own gods
Who worship babies
With big booties
Our pockets get bullied
We'll never learn surely
You can tell niggas will never run outta opportunities to screw up lives
Though this brew gat me feeling alive
It's my downfall, to rise I cast it aside
Open doors with this homicidal flow
A breath of life to dead bones and i arose


(Hook)