Alright, I'm here, bring in the snare. Wanna see God? Look in the mirror. Wanna see clothes? Look at my gear. Hello, I am the realest that you will be hearing this year. Weird. I am the rebirth of the renaissance. I go psycho, two middle fingers to the bible. I've been here a while and I still don't see my rival. Just thought you should know that. One time for the throwback. Chasing truth and I found out was the creator of it. Fuck it. Bug out. And my tongue is stuck out. Pointed at the church folk. I am not your hero, nor am I the villain. I am just organizing a sit-in, are you with me? Destroying religion, you go get the children. I'll be with the women, we can meet up in the middle. . If you're in the way you gotta go. . Alright, that's it, bring in the kick. Wanna hear God? Turn up my shit. Wanna see clothes? Look at the fit. Hello, I am realer than real as it gets. Shit. I am the return of a newer era. And if you're trying to doubt here's an open letter. Dear whoever, I'm just getting better. Radical as ever. How old are you? I'm forever.
Samson