Transcript (en)

Uh-huh, in the name of the true and living God, the beneficent, the merciful. Thank you for bringing me up the rough side of the mountain like Erthro. Every knee bowed and every tongue confessed and paid homage to the Mongol. Visit Rothschilds like the loners did Panonica. It's J-Elec Antandronica coming through your monitor. Back from the great meander, the son of man and the son of Donda. I never rode the Jixx or the R6 or the Honda, but I flew my Ducati through North America like Wakanda. Earthquakes would strike this nation for what Bush did to Rwanda. With the Clintons did to Haiti and Downing Street did to Ghana And to post-land they call me Terromoto, El Negro Loco I shake the tectonic clay to the game if I lay one vocal The God is interstellar while you fellas remain local My boss is like the pyramid temples of Paco Vulture And sure as the DOJ confirmed Ezekiel's will I can change the world like Iku but two pieces of steel My sword on my microphone, I swore to the Christ's stone But when you great they wanna say you took a L, Jose Castillo I'm in the fight here, fight here for what seems like light gears My rugged cross and thorny crown squeeze out Christ's tears 30 pieces of silver clout, my P.F. price tear It's a war outside, it's a war outside It's like the last days of Sodom and Gomorrah outside