ICF

[Intro: Rakim]

Uh, it's the God Ra, I got a team with me, check it out

What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?

Rappers are in danger

Ayo, Canibus, you ready? Hell yeah!

What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?

Rappers are in danger

Aight, let me get the scratch right

[Verse 1: Canibus]

Damascus steel on the ground, robot heels ain't gotta be 'round

Achilles get slashed in half by the sound

Arkansas National Guard hard, the [jaw/job?] open, it's gone

My squad fast rope over the farm

They call me Kerby Cillian Murphy [?]

[?] get ready for surgery

Aircraft that take off and land vertically

Snake in the toilet, two man job to uncoil it

Nasty booty water just boilin'

Seen him hiding in the foilage

Gold price crashing on forex

He crashed out in a Corvette

Dr. Strange in a levitating bullet train

Locked in chains, free-range chickens with yolk stains laying rotten eggs

Filthy fowls with feathers bathed in acid rain

With collapsed veins, Neuralink wires hanging out of my brain

Like braids on charter jet planes tryna get away from the Interpol raids

From hooking up back in the day on Backpage

From the cradle to the stage, hit The Hague

To the cage, to the grave, I don't wanna play somebody's sick games

So I remain persona non grata to my gristle, bone grave's

Been exhumed over false property claims

Skeletal remains decomposing in greasy melanin

Dressed in princely robes, frayin', beg your pardon, didn't know you were praying

Excuse me to be fair, let's be clear, what are you saying?

Doesn't matter, my elevated language is not conveying

Look at the paintings, my power to compute due to my cravings

My due diligence is slipping a bit due to my aging

The mind gap is gaping, the world is reshaping

From all the profit taking and the poverty shaming

All the name calling and blaming, my AGI is amazing

From now on, I do the adjudicating, the truth is worth saving

My IG Farben stock options are hyper-inflating

'Cause don't nobody work as hard as Jamaicans

Either you want it or it's gonna be on you

I'm like Sean, don't mix with Sun Tzu, ninja, what you wanna do?

Discussions are heavy, the grievance of many

The reasons are plenty, centered around disagreements over pennies

Of all your enemies, who would you say is more friendly if any?

I cure the world like Dr. Sebi

Storm shadow missiles raining down like wind drizzle

I'ma douse [?] sucking on the same nipple

[Chorus: Rakim]

Here come Ra to swing the pendulum

Gun bars ring ears and put the the fear of death in 'em

Once law, empires fall, shook like the Nephilim

Sun God with enough fire to cook the Devil in

Rappin' with the banger, shell scare, Hell flair

Spit and still glare 'til the innocent smell fear

This is Hell here (Rappers are in danger)

Yo, Chino XL, you ready? Hell yeah (Yo)

[Verse 2: Chino XL]

Rakim Allah let the beast loose (Yeah), somebody better call the paramedics

I said pair of medics, 'cause you gon' be needing at least two (Yeah)

Scribblin' written religion, head-on collision, metal airbags couldn't stop me

My word scriptures don't just burn bridges, they collapse 'em like the Francis Scott Key

Your favorite coke rapper don't wanna do it with

Big Chi (Ahem)

Clearly you can hear the crack in my voice like I'm going through puberty (Yeah)

Since been in plastic cassette tapes, the Puerto Rican bastard superhero without capes

I'm the reason why they invented faster rewind buttons in the first place (Yeah)

Notebooks for my rhymes are ostrich-sized, get me ostracized

I don't care how many hoodies my opp eyes, hope he buys my merch and dies (Ha)

The star and the seven, I'm the prosperous weapon that has formed against you

You better have Jon Taffer on speed dial to get your bars rescued (It's crazy)

Chino XL, but I'm every size when I'm spitting

A small medium at large like a midget psychic that just escaped outta prison (Fuck outta here)

Westbound with the alphanumeric, crowds in and out of America wanna call the cleric

You just inherited derelict genetics out of generic

Adobo spice, you can inherit, you imbecile (Yeah), you're running out of time in a tomb with turmeric

Admit it, don't be discouraged, you pathetic idiot, you are consumed with Derek (Oh)

I'm clapping at you like Tibetan rituals, driving out the evil

I'm prime and regal, I'm lethal, don't let the IQ deceive you

The haiku is brutal, sharper than the tip of a heroin needle

I'm leaving you bleeding (What), and leaning fetal, you ain't half of half of Chino

I'm putting that on everything like red and green Tapatio (It's crazy)

Even if the record skips, I'm the sickest heretic born in darkness

It's a rare shift, mind readers go insane around Chino when using their gifts

And apparently my therapist needed to be airlifted, I'm a perilous parent-less, fighting effortless

I'll more than barely beat a bear to death effortless with my bare fist

I'm bearin' gifts that are dreadful

If there was a button that wiped out humanity, I'd on purpose accidentally press it like, "What does this do?"