AYE ft. Ras Dane Jah

Some of these rappers don't have to spit rhymes

They gettin' money, throwin' baphomet signs Peep how I crafted these lines

My light is on, I write a psalm and chant it proper

You know me, the phantom or the opera They love the words, but can't stand the author

Command your chakras, your man a conqueror That's word to Concalah, I conqueror lah

Got bunker bars, the shit I shoot land amongst the stars

I don't aim at the moon, it's not a fair stretch I care less if their stress

I came with that boom bap, this shit they doin' whack

Who in tune to that? Change the frequency and bring the movement back

Settle for what? No, nada blow ganja The Hampton , Globe Trotter, who flow hotter