Jesus Year

Back to business, no acting different, I pace while I'm blazing lye Racing through my mind, how I'm gon' take what's mine? If you waiting for my new shit, patience pays, so wait in line I been busy grave-digging my skeletons to face they crimes I wore these shackles, f*ck a master, had to break the binds Now I'm breaking bread with ancient minds, surfing space and time Seeing clearer, LASIK eyes, chase the prize 33, ain't reached my peak, but ain't no race when rhymes age like wines Back on my BS, these rappers trapped in the Squid Game While I sit back, relax with the pack and listen to In Flames Ain't no competition when MADic back in his pen lane From savage snaps to king gang, MADic mapping the end game Tree burner on my loose-leaf shit Rapping 'til I whip in the Range white as Pookie's lips Prince Charming, high as f*ck off of two, three zips While two stepsisters tryna see do the coochie fit Who? Me? Shit! Yeah, I'm that nigga that they talk about On they walkabout, plotting how they gonna talk him out Of all that global domination awful shit he on about And all that weed smoking, man, he ought to go the proper route Shit, you mean the softer route I'ma crank it up a notch, demolish any thoughts and doubts That MADic lost his sauce when he was off and out Nah, nigga, I still got a glass I stashed to last until Detox come out MADic got Binaca mouth, fresh spitting, let's get it Fair-weather rappers tried their best, but I bested it Dip they toes in flows, I dove till my chest in it Build a home in ocean lows, I invest in it Lame dude acting you gon' win, preposterous I block these kids, in your girl's cooter like a NuvaRing Soon the king, 33, might just cop a Jesus piece Make you smooch the ring, but watch, imposters on they Judas ting Might cop an Oculus, moving all debaucherous Metaverse coochie got me simping for an octopus Off the kush, coughing, think my heart about to stop to push Tell 'em bring my flowers while I'm popping, not just posthumous Real niggas move innocuous and drama skip Dark matter through the nostril rips, on God, I'm on that shit Oozing through my consciousness, set fire to your congresses I'm already dropping bombs, all I need's the phosphorus Ostriches, yeah my neck stretching out for ya If you think you out-foiled me, I got doubt for ya Sending all the scouts for ya, find you in your house foyer Suddenly you shy, oh, now you got that cloutnoia But I ain't here for all that rah rah, skip The drama blah blah, I'ma focus all my wits on all this drip Tell my momma on my kids that I ain't had yet That MADic got them godlike hits I'm puffing eighths while I'm guzzling sriracha fifths I ain't quit till my Lady living Gaga rich I'm on that aha, that aw-nah, that jaw-drop shit On god, that Qapla, that scofflaw tip Son a rapper when your papa spits I'm rolling oblong spliffs stocked with zaza piff I love all God's blicks, I'm talking brah-brah sticks And I stick to slick symphonies 'til all y'all quit It's MADic I'm back at it Back from out the casket Resurrected to wreak havoc Resurrected to get it cracking Slapping rappers like it's a habit Motherfucker, it's MADic Bu buduh bu buh bu I think they get the point I'm back What can I say, what else can I add I'm back