You beg of forgiveness never got saved
Some are still slaves with savage ways
Digging their own graves by the foods that they eat
Most are still sleep with their eyes wide open
Hoping on a mystery get up and get out
Move something stop frontin' and master yourself
On peace love wealth mental salvation
Your producers on vacation mines never resting
I'm dope
I move at a certain divine speed
Colors vibrate so turn up your frequencies
Feel the tone scientist consume with the fire
To keep your mentals blazed up
I'm dope