[Spoken Word Intro] Yeah… uh-huh, roll that up, let’s ride… Wicket shit, Kid Wicket! [Verse 1] It’s wicket how I kick it, what I spit could cause a sickness (uh!) Holy water sizzle if it touch my lips, it’s vicious (burn!) Priests clutchin’ crosses when they hear my compositions (ha-ha!) Wanna ban my music ‘cause it make ‘em see the system (yup!) They tellin’ kids to pray, but then they prey on ‘em for business All this organized religion, man that hustle so religious (facts!) Politicians grinnin’, they just pimps inside the senate All this wickedness they hidin’, but my name the one offended?! (Hah!) Still I drop knowledge, got that Paris-type precision Revolution on the low, plantin’ seeds inside the rhythm (uh!) They love to see us shuck & jive, but hate it when we winnin’ I ain’t gotta sell my soul, my pen already sinnin’! (Wicked!) [Chorus] (Bounce to this… Let’s ride! Uh!) I spit that fire, make the choir get suspicious (huh?!) When you hear it, make you wanna go to church and ask for forgiveness! (pray!) Wicket ways, I bless the mic, but ain’t no crucifixes! (nah!) Holy ghost inside my flow, but it ain’t feel religious! (woo!) It’s wicked how I kick it, every bar be so malicious! (yeah!) Ain’t no miracle, just spirit in my lyricism! (Wicket!) They fearin’ what I’m buildin’, try to chain me like a prisoner But I don’t need the key, I kick the door off the hinges! (Bow! [Bridge] (Yeah, yeah… they still ain’t ready for this one… Let’s go!) [Verse 2] I seen preachers sell salvation, but they live like politicians (crooked!) Big Benz, gold chains, stackin’ money off forgiveness (facts!) Told me heaven got a fee, but I ain’t buyin’ they subscription (nah!) If they trappin’ out the pulpit, what’s the difference from the trenches?! (Huh?!) I been dancin’ with the devil, two-step on holy ground (step!) But my soul too stubborn, I just stared that busta down (whoo!) Ain’t no reaper in my rearview, I make death apologize Told me, "Kid Wicket, you a problem," I said, "I been notarized!" (Stamped!) It’s chess moves in my bars, they playin’ tic-tac-toe (simple!) I been dodgin’ all they traps, like I’m Neo with the code (whoa!) Saints wanna stone me, ‘cause I spit it too raw (damn!) But every prophet gets a cross, so I just laugh it off (HA!) When the sky crack open, bet my name still echo loud (uh!) Ain’t no heaven gates for rebels, guess I’ll build my own cloud (whoo!) [Chorus] [Spoken Word Outro] go 'head… ask for forgiveness.