Acid.

Smoking under the full moon A king released from his war wounds He prays that he's gonna make it He says he's done with that fake shit Cut ties so he could reach greatness On a a rise He's gonna be massive Could see clear like he wearing glasses Who is he? He is god on acid In the future Label this a classic I'm a beast I am an assassin As for hip hop Thats my passion I don't flip flop I speak facts bitch And if you trip I relax kid Then sit back and bang wax kid Then plan on getting mo stacks Can't get in the way of that kid I produce my own shit And i write all my rhymes I'm really on some daytona shit Cuz i have the luxury of time But i can't waste my time Not while im in my prime Too many waited for too long Thats how they lost track of time But i got tunnel vision Thats why i never lose track of mine Gotta stay focused Stay on the grind Don't sit and be quiet Just like a mime You gotta reach for it You gotta climb Don't keep it in you Go ahead Speak your mind F*ck what everyone saying Go ahead and shine Don't let the past keep you behind To move forward You gotta rewind Ya'll muthafuckas wasting time Not preaching I'm just tryna find A solution so we can proceed with the grind When it comes to this here You can't have no fear You can't cry Can't shed no tears Been working on this shit for years And I can't let you interfere With the plan that I engineered Sorry to sound insincere But this is my paul revere Warning you that the end is near Yeah Warning you that the end is near Cuz this is my paul revere Unhhh God on acid