What is in this glass? You've seen what's coming, huh?
Okay, what's coming? You tell me.
I told you earlier I have a destiny, a purpose.
Satan reasons like man, but God thinks of eternity.
Will I prostrate myself before a world that's going to hell in a handbag?
Is it all eternity? I am here, and I will be remembered.
That's destiny. A bomb has a destiny.
A predetermined fate set by the hand of its creator.
And anyone who tries to alter that destiny will be destroyed.
Anyone who tries to stop it from happening will cause it to happen.
And that's what you don't understand.
We're not here to coexist. I'm here to win.
I am here, and I will be remembered.
That's destiny. A bomb has a destiny.
A predetermined fate set by the hand of its creator.
And anyone who tries to alter that destiny will be destroyed.
And anyone who tries to stop it from happening will cause it to happen.
And that's what you don't understand.
We're not here to coexist. I'm here to win.
And that's what you don't understand.
I am here, and I will be remembered.
Hey, *** up your lungs real quick.
You feel sick like I jumped out of the speaker.
Shouting I'll beat ya and leave ya. Drowning in the fount of the evil.
Go down to the reaper. I'll stand to defeat ya.
I'll stand up and siege ya. If you act like a diva, you'll get laughed at when I meet ya.
I'm running the track like a cheater. You're mumbling *** on the feature.
Now under attack from a rapper that's got a bar to delete ya.
Half-assed white twats can't handle the fact that I smash rap.
So stand back, this is the Split Prophets man with a mad track.
Still running, we exist.
Split Prophets are the toughest.
Ain't nothing you can do.
I'm sorry, but it's over.
We came to take over, so don't get in our way posers.
Better take cover, or end up in a strange coma.
You're sure they style needs a makeover.
Snakes fooling our trap, we think our side of the box.
They cage cobras, so don't make the mistake of a straight to grace.
We've elevated to the stage at a rate that should set you straight.
Y'all, SP8 delicate, we're heavyweights.
Staying on track, rolling ahead of the pack.
While we're outstepping fakes, we'll never break.
So don't think that we'll slow down.
We can only get faster as we now master our own sound.
Bring disaster to those clowns, making a joke of our passion.
Make them choke where they're rapping if they provoke a reaction.
Every moment they're acting, I'm getting closer to snapping.
And I'll never know why they do it, don't ever know the attraction.
You still don't get it, I kill flows.
Spit the *** that makes the real gold.
Hectic, I build those next scripts.
Still rolling, we persist.
Staying profits, are the toughest.
End of the day, what you can do.
I'm sorry, but it's over.
Thank you for watching!