1st verse:

Devil in the water, I got demons in my arteries
All beast, known to snipe the Christ of your cross piece
Wordsmith, needle to the groove to ride the harmony
Broad street, to Bay Bridge, Rip City's a part of me
Love, love flow on tracks merge amphibian
Blessed to the skin yes, dark tinted obsidian
Pivot off meridians, flanked by how the sky go
Coming to America, rhymes wetter than Soul Glo
Now it seems hard to see the real beyond the artifice
When codes is curated from the product of the marketing
Vlogs log the garbage in, future's in the past tense
Some ride the wave sounding stupider than Mike Pence
Classic type Stan Smith, bars Billy Corgan
Meaning that they're crazy if you take 'em off recordings
Ready with the petty, bare knuckle grip the steel mic
No I'm not a rapper, I just play one in your real life.

Chorus:
Live with the sound push up to high ground. And they chanting in the dancehall (Have mercy)
Belly of the beast no peace on bloody streets. And they chanting in the dancehall (Have mercy)
Soul from the drum. Black moon and black sun. And they chanting in the dancehall (Have mercy)
Belyl of the beast no peace on bloody streets. And they. . .

Verse 2:

Happiness a thin fine line from being pessimist
Vow to spit it ugly divine and shine excellence
Running with the ghost of Girard from under settlements
Era age relevant, speak in speech melinan
Times on a credit line. Happy for the price to pay.
Spending in the future on tomorrow like its yesterday
Portrait of the paramount, spirit from the phantom house
Told by the preacher sweet talking with a gutter mouth
L'Orange hit the beat sublime, backed by the phrases
We gunning for whatever, praise the altar of amazing
Engage never latent, just stated just what the treads for
Hunted eating itself, that's why I bled raw
(Bless up!)
Grinding more been a solution, but like a trap house niggas better keep it moving
Stay smooth on the regular, rank be in the scars
The beauty's been conditioned connected by all the flaws

(Have mercy)