Genesis

Yeah, yep

Fuck your religion, this exactly what you prayed for

Fuck your ambition, this exactly what you aimed for

Fuck your bitch, that's exactly what she came for

Don't be offended, I'm just playing

You are now submersed, baptism flow of the gods birthed in Reaganomics, god, god

Glock 40s or margarine, I mastered economics

No conniving serpents in my Genesis, what the premise is

Only chase the golden circles, I learned that from Sonic

Vibes running through my body from the hydroponic

Need to drop a classic before the Eulogy's another Chronic

Told them I created "god", now isn't that ironic

Far from sacrilegious, yet it's quite iconic

Trying to get my royal penis cleaned at the Waldorf-Astoria

Hop back in time in DeLoreans

Baptized you just to open up the album, now you born again

Dry devils, come up wet devils, let the story begin

Is it, five bibles or five rifles, pray them down or shoot them dead

I hang false idols off tall Eiffles

All cipher, preaching to a younger me, all stifled

Swear that none's created like you king and they all trifle

No misdirection, this is wack rapper genocide

I take y'all back when Outkast dropped Aquemeni

SpottieOttieDopaliscious, Charles a little discotheque in Niggaville

Prophesying metaphor for Chuck M out of Nappyville

You know, smarter descendant of martyrs

Cush in my Moorish veins before three-fifths of men were bartered

And I ain't talking weed, ****, I'm talking you and me

Kemet raided by the Whites, pillaged by the Greeks

Watch how I speak, these here are proverbs, elevated to God verbs

Lyrical ammunition, Chuck M, M is for Mossberg

Looking for your bitch, my ****, you might've lost her

She's dancing with the wolves and I'm the black Kevin Costner

Yeah, I heard your album and well it was quite pathetic

Cop that GTA, yo I heard it was quite prophetic

Stories from adolescent memories, quite eidetic

Suffered every indiscretion now learning not to regret it

Rappers that I've murked, I'm sacrificing human bodies

Decapitating G.O.A.Ts sip from their skull Illuminati

I'm bullshitting, preacher I'm pulpitting that light

Dudes serving years for serving stings, only fools spitting that White

So I murdered these personas they got on loaner

Dead that Nicole Brown, all I needed was Isotoners

Turn this song up ... blow your dome up

No Timothy McVeigh, what can I say

Perfect my skills in every way on everyday

I'm always etching hit lists in the booth just sketching bodies

Chuck Mason O.B.G.Y.N. I'm always catching bodies

Luvenia, Smith, and Summer's got them always prepping bodies

Chuck, lyrical pallbearer got hearses for everybody

Everybody, closest friends, even closer enemies

Fucking up my energy, that's word from my inner G

Dissing don't mean shit to me, that's barking like a bitch to me

I came to burn facades, the revelation of god