Chuck Duce

Flow down to the ground, then I hit the map, runnin

Put me on the track, run a couple laps on em

Game full of selfish ass lames, dang

Treat em' like dry weed, add em' to the flames, ah

I go cyclone, bow to Yeshua

Try to get my Torah read right before the new earth

Picture YaHWeH on the throne, y'all too Earth

So I stay away like stars; viewer.

I ain't tryna say that I'm on another level

But I got a new perspective like a Rasta; Rebel

Flow's like a waiter's favorite thing, big tip

So wake up one person from a dream, help me live this