Yo most looking for Zeus, holding the lightning rod,
Men disguised as women, now aint that odd,
They call it hate, i call it gods fate, testing every sense of measure, til we in a crate,
Wait,
I still wear my FuBu,
Let knowledge be born, so i can show you,
These real tools, not talking about guns, im speakin' mathematics linguistics, as an outcome,
Born a scientist, they keep denying this, pressure applied, no need for magnifyin' this,
I burn every evil sample, step to gods son, ya might get trampled,
Under the heavenly gates, my kingdom awaits,
Linked with my dead folks, let it cogitate, relate,
Only to the old school, mix it together,
With the new school, liquor kickin' like a mule,
Played a fool, once never seen twice, threw away the ice,
Rebuilt myself now im feelin' nice,
No therapy I just found myself,
Focus on wisdom, and exercise my wealth,
Country going to crazy, they say im lazy,
Play me never, light my Gurka cigar, with the Chilites backing me up in the car,
Me and my wife, reminiscing under the stars, like do they know who we are, far from afar,
I stay away from a bunch of mess,
Peep these devils in a dress, much success, minus the stress



Have ya ever seen dead man cry,
Or pig fly across the skies,
Why ask why,
The dearly depart, cracked open my eyes,
Sitting on my conscience like a sty,
And don't ask me,
Why I'm feelin' shady, slim chances
Cuz these devils, got many advances,
I choose the narrow way,
Instead steppin' to Broadway,
What glorious days, enlightened over the darkest days,
Don't ignore what I say, each and every night I pray,
To the god above,
Close my eyes, and let my spirit rise above,
All the ******* that loves,
Push come shove,
It's money in the neighborhood,
They say it's all good,
I'm getting robbed by my folks,
Then say we all good,
Rock the emblem BLM, but Malcolm and Martin was here,
They wouldn't be feelin' them,
Led us to a burning house hold, politicians with same stories is told,
Can't play God,
And not expect a consequence,
Got my critics on the edge of a fence,
Don't quench,
Ain't no Gatorade in my blood, let spiritual physical in the form a tug,

Yo me and P, shared the same pain,
Only difference is a needle in the veins,
Tears after tears, wondering if ill braced these wonder years,
Satans laughin,
But i cant fall off, if im steadily holding on,
Prayers from my family, is said strong,
Wifey tearing, sons tearin, silence screams im hearin,
Is it god? or is it the angel of death?,
Ready to assist me my last breath,
Thought it was over,
Just another day in the life of a solja,
Rewrote the ballad, now all i can is eat is a salad,
Operation successful, but the temples still stressful,
Two weeks of pain, and surgery just added me, more insane,
To the grain, thousands of teeth smilin,
But my suicide thoughts is pilin,
Flashbacks of combat,
And my homies, eyes open in the back,
Picture that, closed casket cuz they face was to graphic,
Forensics didn't even need the plastic,
Saw the face of his kids, the same look i received from my kids,
Didn't think i was gonna make it,
Bodies shakin, waitin' for god to take it,
Got a knock at the door, standing on top of the cloudy floor,
Im airborne, but im planted,
Dearly departed couldnt demand it,
My work aint done, plus i gotta many daughters and many sons,
To make in this world,
Live life past materials, its much more than diamonds and pearls,

Pink panther gators,
Stepped over my haters,
See the game still caters,
The real folks to the haters,
Watch me still play ya,
Like Sega, classic Vega,
Minus three shanks, watch for these skanks,
Theory million and one yo hear me,
Breath easy, please believe me,
The industry, aint what it used to be,
I stand with the operation,
Of freedom, check the sound,
Though it might get me pound,
Passion of christ, never rocked the iced,
Only when the body is cold, how much longer can ya mold,
Ya self into the riches,
Sick of this, madness exposs wickedness,
Righteous man, guns in my mind, instead of my hand,
Aim straight, ****** shots, watch they brains get ate,
Can't handle the quake, ya lifes at stake, everyday we wake,
Up we think of ways, to get our bake up,
Whats up to my fam, who still pushin' dope in the grand ams,
R-I-P to grams, i didnt know better,
My temperature was sitting at winter weather,
Floatin' competition like Mayweather, its about cheddar, and advoid vendattas,

Get yall *** up, and to my homies get y'all masks up,
This is a beat take over,
Shout to the Clova, yo when we touch bars, its over,
But i be from the tre,
All day we ride jammin' in the 93,
My caddy,
Baby mack, still i hold in my back,
Used to be on that **** ****,
Hottest bricks to *****,
Until i seen some of my homies get picked,
Up for prison, like a nba draft pick,
Number one seed,
And my momma cryin' until the tears bleed,
But now you, stuck in the system, shouting that prison,
These youngins, spitting the game backwards,
Dont even see these same ******, living in the hood,
Like back in the day, and back in the day, the real OGs would have something to say,
Never did like hip hop, but only if it could get me to the top,
And at the top it's lonely, and cold,
Only way is back down,
So stand if you bold,
We gotta bless the children, but yall muthaphukkaz keep drillin,
All that *******,
Half of y'all just talkin' ****,
Barely amount to ****,
We aint feelin' it,
Wearin' ya ice, claiming you nice, shermed out ******* got them spiced,
Hoes is the model, young girls to throttle,
Up they insecurities, see the troubles, in this society,
Quietly,
They hate it, cuz im old school,
Chose the gold rule,
Sampson tactics with no protols,
My profile, is low and wild,
I got.my own gig, so **** going out in style,
Yeah i may cuss more than Kyle,
Y'all know the numbers to dial,
I fadeaway like Jordan,
Always get game point,
So suckas better lay low before you become anoint,

Switch up the samples,
Giving spoonful, howling wolf yes indeed,
I make the tracks bleed, once the vinyl, gets a touch of the need,
Placed at a steady speed,
See my heart,
Similiar to Apollo Creed, try to live sin free, so i dont curse my own seed,
But it seems since im always in a need,
Theres always room for greed,
But if i stay in the light,
The darkness, will be back to bite,
A tip of my consciousness, to slowly digest,
Whats happening in reality, and in reaity,
Real men dont get they credibility,
Only fakers worshipped, fowl praises to the higher bees,
Its all written in prophecy,
Whats a fool to gain his soul,
Only to lose it all, in a fold,
Never seen a brinks truck, following a casket to graved,
Many more souls need to be saved,
Sometimes i slip off, only to put it back off,
Evil vs good, and vice versa,we just playing the same circa,
Revert back to 1923, now we strugglin' still in 2023,
Peep the presence, i lay my royal presence, heavenly worth,
Extended the scrolls growth,
Now they wanna silence, me cuz they scared of the rebirth,

Hit yall withe styles,


Sights of the godlen child, dropped off by the nile,
Like Moses, god chose this,
Life i live to manifest,
Say it with my chest, im the illist,
Liver than the chillist,
Ice on the screen,
After the friends of the green,
Millionaire to Billionaire,
Close ya eyes and just stare,
Down the beat zone, spiritual rising hones, feel the bones,
Electric shock, hitting so hard til ya head rocks,
Got ya in a pop lock, sparks like flints of the glock,
Stll holdin' saucony, hit the pizzeroni, at the spot name Tony,
Real italiano, but back to this beat soprano,
Making hits, don mafiaso captilize the culture,
Its a family affair, yeah i go there, take a jab at me,
Dodge em like Maywether be, sugar free,
**** that, roll back, like snakes curling up for the attack,
Its the return.of the mack,
Holding smacks,
Across ya eardrums, bass shakin' ya melanin' drums,
Got ya goin' ina crazy dance,as the girls to the boys, get vibin to this,
As The cocoa brother, smooth mic menice this,
Everyhood get the riding to this,
Stamps for the people, dont matter the color so,
I stay an individual, invisible, competition left critical,
For those that tried to perform, after my show,
General warfare, cleanest cuts, with out the use of blades,
Add it to my accolades, every system on ya radio is played,
Guessin' charades, to the critics i serenade, blades of glory,
New scent of gory, hell flury, gleamin' like sparkles of jewelry,
Do my duty nice,
Keep negative lines spliced,

Htown stylez flo,



Yeah they wanna know how i do it, rap so fluid,
Running into ya brain,
Copy print version, of *******,
Deeper than Roman,
Charmaine, lovely girl, i used to bang back then,
Back when, i was covered in sin,
Still living,
No jiving, everday saint tryna stay wise and,
Changed my name, but the game the same,
Rerange the letters in Satans,
See the hunting, at the end,
Yo aint no frontin,
Knocking at the door, heavens gates aint got no waits,
Used to be a follower, of the world,
Now i say, **** the world,
Im just living here,
Tryna save souls,
No not showing you christ,
I just dimmed the darkness, now im a candlight,
Attrracted many *** in too **** bright,
Seven signs, with seven mines, invisible hidden times,
Aint no got no numbers,
Used to be in the slumber,
Army jeep hummers,
From every nation, setting America for the situation,
I seen the receipts,
We bankrupt no money for us,
For us, i pay attention to calculus, trust,
Only in self and some family, aint good for ya health,
But im just vibing the song,
Follow the words,
So you can feel the words along,
Perfec harmony,
Matching the crys, of Hathaway,
Im feelin' like Penny, no magic,
But i gotta take the hard way,
No matter what they say,
The **** gets harder everyday,