VINCE MCMAHON Lyrics

For a pyramid I smell causacian scent

Take the nose off the Mount Rushmore presidents

Nothing equal history erase the present tense

Mention slavery mistreatment quietly dense

In this corner it's kayfabe reenactments

Real events happen let the caption fragments

Panther actions though movements is stagnant

You wait for a reaction u take action is absent

This for every scripture out a book

That left our shackled minds an Kuta feet took

Years for the slave to learn to read books

Nowadays no one glances or take second looks

We mobb deep together leave other shook

My ancestors weight a ton all over looked

Chest or the chess mind the pawn & the rooks

Set adrift in the pm it dawn on them looks

Who me I'm from the sector of the Clarke

You light blunts in the dark I light blunts with the dark

Raised cut kings to slave rags and cloths

Fraud applaud decorated with jealousy thoughts

Pain killers became thrillers for character arks

Tears washed away my Noah no ah is a restart

Serving surviving living what hustle taught

It was a person and goals now look what it cost

Memories of bread can make your thinking sour

My drinking thoughts became my sober powers

Wrapped in a Tesla coil under light showers

Why all my 5gs is had written towers

Fake love hustle man selling plastic flowers

The high from the lies is pollinated from cowards

From the turnbuckle tag team the world was ours

Soul of many men sell money devours

Still a work in progress

Diatribes on conquest

Like tarzan smoke jane to ease the process

Spitting sweet 16s between elite eights

The final four bar form championship taste

The ufo pen abduct a mind find a way in

Stomach rib punching words fly above wind

Turnbuckle waiting my time let me go then

Don't want my talent then let me go then