Yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay, we back in black we pack a bag of mags

And then we blackin′ outThe windows on the caddy, MAGA hat, the masses tappin' out

We moving speakin′ truth into the syndicate of politics

Send a kit to politicians, sick, and the anonymous

Sickening the channels be to brainwash the youth

Bunch of innocents, tainted by the other evil residents

CAPCOM, I play mind games with whack jobs

Press a button PlayStation, imma vacation

Down to Pakistan, I'm in the laboratory making bombers

No Afghanistan, I gotta take a break from the Osama

Punch lines, it's crunch time, I′m in the lunch line turnin′ up

Make America Godly Again, I know you heard of us

March around the walls like Jericho, they finna fall

I be the antidote, like colleges in March I'm gonna ball

I′m on the call of duty, write a eulogy to all the booty cheek

Little rappers who afraid to step outside community

And I ain't even tryna be disrespectful but

I mean, listen

Some of y′all real good at what you do, but

We not really makin' a difference here

You know what I′m sayin?

You can't push for positivity if you

Talking 'bout getting money, and

Guns, and violence, and killing all these people, but

Cuz here′s the problem

Y′all wanna be different, but

We all talking 'bout the same things, like

Everybody talk about the blacked out coupes, but

Ain′t nobody talking 'bout the blacked out youth

I believe in the children, listen to the kids bro

Evildoers sit about, I′m sending out a missile

Down to Hell, I ring the dinner bell for all the demons

Here's a Pack-a-Punch of holy crunch

No Taco Bell, I′m cheesin'

All the way to Philippines, I'm back at home with all the people

I′ve lived in many houses but my home has got a steeple

Rise above the hate and all the other people next to me

Imma fix a plate for those who know I got the recipe

Imma make a way for all the lost who know the pedigree

God, family, friendship

Go ahead and cancel me

Cancel all your plans because I′ll take you back to apple trees

Where we used to eat way before there was an Applebee's

Snakes in the branches, they lookin′ to persuade ya

Choice is up to you, ain't nobody gonna make ya

Back up on my feet, I′m grinding like my name is Master P

I make a masterpiece, I turn the cap into catastrophe

I learned my ABCs and as I know them, "Always Be Courageous"

Wouldn't switch the message even if they flip the station

Holy mackerel, the Christian rap might be the antidote

Holy flow, I′m mastering the feat to feature Holy Ghost

More of those eyewitnesses testimonials, Jehovah knows

I flow the most, I'm going psycho on the beat

Liposuction on the beat

I suck death out the game and breath life

Kingdom hearts, we flash a deck and then retire for the night

Protect my neck, I wear the cross because my power rests in Christ

The only One, no 21, but still we out for the night

Though this case now is closed, put the sign up, we open

Joseph had dreams and then he put 'em into motion

Like a track meet, runnin′ circles ′round my brain

I'm an elephant, acknowledge how I′m stompin' on the game

Back in the game like a rash

Infected with thoughts that are highly irrational

I′m seeing evils affecting the national

Angels and demons they fighting the battles

And I'm on the sidelines watching it happen

Writing the story of war in my rappin′

Racking up Biblical knowledge and keeping it modest

I wanna be honest and say that I got the all answers,

But that isn't true

I'm seeking wisdom when I′m the booth

I never claimed to be God but I surely survive

As a messenger speaking the truth

I see the strings on the red and the blue

Devil the maestro, he crackin′ a smile while

Watching the people get played like a flute

Sentenced to death and we tighten the noose