[Verse One]

This is unkillable spiritual wisdom it’s lyrically visceral more than the physical
Ushering mystical rhythmically critical. This is my assent. Yah!

This is more Meta-phor-ically medical, measuring meta-Morph-eous,
General. He Made me a physicist clinically spitting shit.
This is my ascent. Yah!

People be starvin’ we younger than Compton, the swap meet be stompin’
The boss shit we mobin, we really a problem
Fuck all ya’ll be talkin. Cuz this is our assent. Yah!

This is the tested, the proven, the method, the brilliance, the vengeance, the grove
In the message, the shattering seconds, staggering presence and this is our assent. Yah!

The nation neglects, they disrespect what we protect, this we will rep:
South side. South West. Dark south. Park bench. West Side. South West.
West Life. South East. East Side. North Night. North Sky. Skyline. Park.
Park. Drive. Drive. Park. Park. Drive. Drive.

Land where the hustlers they battle the hunger, the thunder that hovers
The snakes are at plunder. A Hundred degrees so hot you freeze
from the sun we under. Yah!

This land was stolen my misters who and twiddled their whiskers.
Got richer and richer their subjects exploited our living in blisters
And everyone whispers. Yah-yah…yah-yah-yah…yah-yah-yah!

Razor blade. Twelve gauge. Cops and keys. Red State. Red Hate. Lots of D’s.
Scottsdale sleeze. War paint. West gate. Parties scream from balconies.
Assault rates.
Date rape. Writers paint many scenes.
Landscape. Landscape. Landscape. Land of many fiends, hearts break-hearts break Land of many dreams, dreams break-dreams break
Land of many thieves. Land of many thieves. Land of many…

When the sky clear up and you know all you go is your little ones.
When the heat set in and all you got to give is a grip of love.
When the rent check and the hustle be your whole life
But it’s never enough, but you got gold in you’re grandmothers smile.

Meanwhile, take it from us… East coast. West Coast. Califonie. Down South.
What up homie? We been down and out-here growin’ freakin’ speakin’
Roots been here for thousands of years drinkin’
Beneath the dust. We got fam and blood you got it fucked up
If you think you better than us. Cuz we salt of the earth kid.
We salt of the earth! We salt of the earth kid! We salt of the earth!

We don’t give a shit if you don’t get it. Better jump up in it.
Cuz this is how it works!

This is unkillable spiritual wisdom it’s lyrically visceral more than the physical
Ushering mystical rhythmically critical. This is my assent. Yah!

People be starvin’ we younger than Compton, the swap meet be stompin’
The boss shit we mobin, we really a problem
Fuck all ya’ll be talkin. Cuz this is our assent. Yah!

This is unkillable yah! This is unkillibable spiritual yah!
This is unkillable spiritual wisdom it’s lyrically yah!
Lyrically yah!

This is unkillable yah! This is unkillibable spiritual yah!
This is unkillable spiritual wisdom it’s lyrically yah!
Lyrically yah!