[Intro]
Swag, Jesus swag, yeah
[Verse 1]
There ain't a skill that I weren't blessed with
But ability's nothing without work ethic
I want my percentage
If I don't blow in 2012 it's coz the world ended
Or maybe I just couldn't be arsed
Flopped and gave up like a f*cking retard
With my boys talking bout how we could've been stars
Coz we was on big things like a double D bra
Used to have nothing to do now there's nothing we can't
Money weed bars pus*y free garms and another clean start
Listen, they say more fake real talk nah not again
I'm on some sh*t don't compare me to none of them
Keep the scene in a state of disarray watch
Or if you're clever then you'll run and pick a safe spot
Tell all of them posers not to quit their day job
It's winner stays on, I'm hungry like a skinny stray dog
[Chorus]
Messiah on the mixtape, motherf*cker genius rap, Jesus swag talk sh*t pus*y
You could be knocked out
All the best critics describe me as christ I got a bible of rhymes I bring
Sight for the blind
Messiah on the mixtape, motherf*cker genius rap, Jesus swag talk sh*t pus*y
You could be knocked out
Talk sh*t pus*y you can meet my dad
Uh, f*cking Jesus swag
[Verse 2]
My gift is god given you couldn't teach it
My brain's in overdrive I'm having trouble sleeping
I'm on this thing, anyone competing must be dreaming
If you ever f*cked with me then you took a beating
Thou shall fall into the depths of hell and burn for eternity if you doubt the lord
I'm the second coming, swaggered in my crown of thorns
I got 'em running like I set a bomb
You pussies crumble when the pressure's on
I'm a genius, there ain't a subject you can test me on
Motherf*cker I'm not stubborn, I'm just never wrong
And I'm not in denial I know that it's unusual
But the other day I showed up to a funeral
Comforted a crying lady, told her that she's beautiful
And took her to the bathroom and boned her in a cubicle
Yeah, my steez is classy, your swag is cheap and tacky
You f*cking need your fassy, come and see your daddy
[Chorus]