Wakanada Objects

What kind of magic are we cooking in the studio
This that classic, you can hear it's beautiful
These artifacts, Wakanda Objects
Picture an intelligent black man making all kinds of profit
Fuck all the propaganda that'll tell you ganja is toxic
That's a lie, shit
It's a plant, it's a herb
I'm a man on the verge
Of achieving the impossible
You can never kill me, my frequencies unstoppable
No L's for me, I'm reaching for the W's
Achieving every obstacle and constantly repeating the impossible
I'm going ape shit in the building
Fuck all your standards, we could take it past the limit
Y'all niggas mumbling, you sounding basic with a gimmick
Vercetti is a Pharaoh writing ancient hieroglyphics
You niggas child's play to King Kong
Y'all came to play, I came to violate and destroy

Intelligent spitter slash vocal recorder
I started this shit with no hope or supporters
Bring back that African Unity, let us open the borders
I wanna go paranormal and see a ghost on the corner
I'm talking Rolls Royce not Casper Ghostbusters
Grab a hoe, cuff her
Spit hot shit like edible magma
Mechanical rupture
Botanical gardener with syllable structures
I'm the black African, the holy Shaman no denying
Cooking up a dose that'll give Mr. Bones arthritis
That's a bar, prolly went over your head
Manifest your words like you casting up a spell

I don't think you got the fitness to be lifting heavy bars
I could shatter your existence and just kill you with a sentence
Like the shot that you been sipping
Is a remedy for cough, you not familiar with these bars
Ain't caught a felony before
And I'm only twenty four and my lyric packed with content
Giving you the truth, is the mission I embark in
I can see the future, got visionary optics
To the rap culture, those gimmicks are an offense
You ain't got nun, you a feminine apostle
I guess that's why you mumbling and limiting the process
You want it? Go get it, stop wishing that you got it
I'm the black Anunaki singing all the gospels