Call me Napoleon, I'll rip your bones apart
With Dynamite lyrics I ain't talking Bonaparte
Ill Minds, we resurrecting the art
No MC alike, this ain't Noah's Arch
If you say I'm a pus*y, call me Joan of Arc
I'll still be a Saint, resurrecting Hip-Hop
Burn me at the stake, I'll be back like 2Pac
The second, leading a rebellion
Bringing rap back from hell, and make it blessed
Check it, you an MC?
You're more like Major Catastrophe
Hitler to the rap game, call me a Nazi
Faggot MC's. Stay hidden in the closet. unlike Annie
Frankly, I could give a f*ck
Cuz, Ill Minds got a armory full of arsenal
I'm the Top Gun and I talking Cruise
Rap nowadays is a Carnival
Filled with freak shows--who can't flow, & call themselves crews
Ill Minds the A-Team, Mr. T, we Pity Them Fools
Who try to pave a way to Hip-Hop, when it's a dead end, your Garmin, took you another route(root)
But don't worry, we're building an avenue
I'm Fundamentally rendering thee out of existence
Motherf*cker step and spit sh*t
But you couldn't even if you wanted
Cuz n*gga I'm Conscious
Take thoughts out cho head & use em to advantage
I'm Super, just saying
Yellow hair not there, no Saiyan
I'm saying, if I was a Saiyan
I'd be slaying
Ya'll with my sayings
But I'm just spraying
Ya'll with words