God & The Algorithm

[Verse 1]
Before my grandfather passed he said "Remember this
The face of death looks so innocent"
Then he shut his eyes and drifted
I felt his soul lifted, I rolled a bone and lit it
It's kinda hard to see clear
It's hard to steer through the fog and all the tears
My life ain't been no crystal stair
Not much in my pocket, that's why a pistol's there
Don't test me, you'll need some new veneers
I'm smokin' blue grass, that's Lumineers
I spread love but more comfortable with fear
If it wasn't for my babies and my dear
Then I swear I'd be dead, drugged out or [?]
I love my fans but that's not who I make this for
I make this, so I won't take this
And make it, 'click clack', splat where your face sits
In a world of hope, [?] and racists
I'm the man in the middle who fills them both with hatred
'Cause I know what's really popping
And that's that a real man is only honest as his options

[Verse 2]
The resurrection of Killmonger
Tony Montana when he was still a dishwasher
I'm not a real hip-hopper
I'm spitting up straight dope like a pill popper
Who shot ya, we may never know
Cut 'em off at the roots so they may never grow
They can never match my passion
I live by the phrase "Time for some action"
My city know how I get down, just ask 'em
My name don't just ring bells, it cracks 'em
So thanks to God and this absinthe
For making me see the whole picture and not fractions
Magic, no top hat, or rabbit
No rest for the wicked, I don't know what a nap is
That's why I don't drop nothing but classics
Even though I never get credit like a [?], savage