[Verse] (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah ohh mmmm HOOK] Clap, clap, clap, clap—clippity, cloppity Marchin’ through shame like it’s mockin’ me, mockin’ me Ca-ca-ca-ca, clap—clippity, cloppity They prayed for peace, I brought prophecy, audibly Clap, clap, ca-ca-clap, pa, pa I talk in tongues they forgot how to jaw Clap, clap, clap—who raw, who saw? I bend the beat like the law ain’t law [verse] I said I don't play nice, I don't sit still. I don't sign lines, and I don't fit wills. I don't beg truth, I just spit real. You feel God wants it, you don't quit. Chill. I came ra-ra-ra, came ra-ra-ra wrong, came da-da-done with it, ain't no pageant. I'm in the song. Yeah, they fold like they faith when it ain't fun in it So I run with it, in it I built the scraps that they just put the pun in it You talk like you read and I bled in the verse, yeah You recite what I lived and I rehearsed it in the rebirth, yeah I reversed, dragged the whole church through a single word I bend the voice in the back of your throat The one that just doesn't fucking float I'm the one that won't vo-vo-vote The one they all quote when they choke what it wrote But you can't drown this, I was born in that boat And I ain't your sound Which, I'm the one that you wrote I ain't your saint, ain't your sinner, ain't your pet Ain't the winner till you quit The grits that forgot all of the Chicken dinners and I'm inners And the lines that I scribbled While they regretted what they realized I ain't died yet They thought I'd tap tap tap out when the mic broke, but I tap tap through the vein of a tightrope, and they hit the mute when I spiked, opa, through the slight poke. Now I write notes in the blood of the night oath. Yeah I'm lawless, clawless, clauseless, awful, peace and pax in this lawless lawful flaws that I tweet back and I seat back in the back where the priest sat, and I'm preaching back when the preach with the creed cracked. Yeah I said what I meant and I meant what I said, ain't no fillers and reverb in this killer real-time lead. I don't play victim or I don't play with the thriller, I just raise a hand like a new Godzilla. HOOK] Clap, clap, clap, clap—clippity, cloppity Marchin’ through shame like it’s mockin’ me, mockin’ me Ca-ca-ca-ca, clap—clippity, cloppity They prayed for peace, I brought prophecy, audibly Clap, clap, ca-ca-clap, pa, pa I talk in tongues they forgot how to jaw Clap, clap, clap—who raw, who saw? I bend the beat like the law ain’t law Tick, tick, tick, tick, boom with a click in my chest with the fruit of the loom I’m part of the best Yeah I don't beg, I possess. I don't flex, I confess. When they drop me down, I get dressed in the press. I don't format, no, I don't fix or cut. I don't get picked, I get picked back up from the mud, from the spit, from the bricks that they chucked. I get built on their alters of “shut the fuck up!” I don’t bow to a crown if it came with a leash I don’t vow to a sound that was forged outta bleach. I been sick of the taste of the crumbs they fed so I bit the hand back and I served it wit bread. Tick, tick, tick, tick—boom in the base with a face they erased now engraved in the place where the fake said grace, while I scraped that plate Clap, clap, clap, clap—clippity, cloppity Ca-ca-ca-ca, clap—clippity, cloppity They prayed for peace, I brought prophecy, Yeah audibly Oh oh prophecy apostacy
