A menace in my city, my city lacking the wisdom

Giving me the croquet eye for committing e-vandalism

My lyrics they call it venom it′s poison to comprehend itSo let it be Armageddon for anyone's who′s offended

I'm dropping the bomb on it, lyrical rap atomic

Who vomits an asteroid with haters waiting to comet

So comment this controversy converting to much more

Feeling dirty they perverted this generation my Lord

Oh no! I'm feeling like a coupon Lord

You paid the price and this the life that I was cut out for

Like Twenty Five to life I go and put my life on bars

My next breath is the proof that there′s life on Mars

Mars Mars Era it′s clear that you can't insult me

Seasoned I marinated the word, I′m never salty

Of all things I'm living holy his image slowly occurs

Spit a verse with conquest and make some radical words

Work. Brooklyn I got nothing but love for

I′m West Coast living California galore

I was born in the valley that capitalize porn

We blowing the battle horn and I'm ripping the track hard

The fact of the matter is the battles in my back yard

My backyard is rioting

Though I came in the Lords name ′O dogg', I'm still a Menace to Society

I think different, my pants don′t sag

And strippers ain′t seeing all of my ones in cash

I ain't on these streets selling poison to my neighbor

And yet, I′m clearly in need of a Savior

Cause really though my nature is jacked up, so I can't be wrapped up

In a world that celebrates everything that God hates

Because of that, I′m known as a menace

Cause I'm radical, I′m known as a menace

Yo, I deal with spirit, not magic 'cause I'm a target of a classic ransom

That was paid off, so this artist got those famished anthems

Scarlett Johansson on covers of Maxim ain′t hotter than

Lyricism close captioned from this brother with passion

Pardon me provoking your lust with those metaphors

But I′m better raw, now and forever more on a treasured score

The devil's a liar for what you call bars

You couldn′t walk in my shoes, when this Con' verse is an all star

Even if I′m out for the season like Kobe Bryant

I'm out to change your thinking with diction that′s totally vibrant

On beats totally violent like neighborhoods I live around

With driven sounds going at poison rappers that's spitting now

I'm from Flatbush, where they spray at you

And teens are shot above the eye but rely on God so they make it through

While other teens? they shoot at undercover cops

Parents better raise their kids or see another brother shot

Never see Twenty One, died way before their time

While I′m a work of art for God with how I paint and draw the line

Not insane enough with lyrics? I am clearly on the brink

You′re insane to be a critic? yeah you clearly need a shrink

Wanna test me and Mars? yeah you clearly need to think

If I wrote rhymes on paper, I would bury you with ink

But rather than bury you

I rather that you see salvation that was meant for the sinner yo, that's clearly you

Shake rappers up like Nia Long in Soul Food

Rap version of the Fonz dude, I′m so cool

Wavy since Twenty Fourteen and yet I'm old school

Limitless like Bradley Cooper on the mic with no rules

Except for Godly rules, really I follow none

Snatch an artist off a stage in the way the Apollo′s run

Out west, you'd be a buster

Rappers are "y.g."′s production, they couldn't cut the mustard

I bring the thunder like K.d. in hd

Social ills prevalent, coonery will enrage me

With a black president, racism is alive

With Donald Sterling's working your nine to five, are you that surprised

They ain′t banned for life or paying million dollar fines

But with perverted minds, they′ll say they ran with Christ

And yet they got the nerve to label me a menace

Cause spitting like a drug kingpin, that ain't the premise

I rather kill myself than join that hip-hop rat race

My corpse rocking ′maggots' like Slipknot fan base

I rather challenge your thinking to free the people

In being Christ like, not play the role like Jim Caviezel

With threats of a second 9 Eleven′s in plain view

With Iraq executions making front page news

Word to Seda, any challenger in view

I'm trying to ′Kill 'em All' like it′s Metallica′s debut, they know

I think different, my pants don't sag

And strippers ain′t seeing all of my ones in cash

I ain't on these streets selling poison to my neighbor

And yet, I′m clearly in need of a Savior

Cause really though my nature is jacked up, so I can't be wrapped up

In a world that celebrates everything that God hates

Because of that, I′m known as a menace

Cause I'm radical, I'm known as a menace