Every morning, the rap god rise
Heat from-a verse cause a light that blinds
It shines out of the ark of the covenant
[Verse 1: Dratchface]
Hit the calypso, watch the ladies' hips go round
Be here when the sh** goes down in this old town
Sky got a head cold, wanna feel tropical sun
This rap will not be a topical one
For optimal fun, make fakes bawl like rainfall
We're baked y'all, jammin longer than a game of baseball
Hate all you wanna, I'm not gonna spare a comma
Hotter than a sauna, on a tear and sharing marijuana
“Mananananana” six million dolla man, holla fam
On a sandy beach peepin babes like a sonogram
I'm a fan of rappers who mesmerize like a lava lamp
Sorry man, you ain't gonna jam, but yo mama can
It's a funky party, somebody start on the bongos
Heart of the Congos, that's how this part of the song goes
It's hard to respond when the bong slows your arm toes
And causes wrong notes, that was a whack euphemism for fingers
Weak MC's and lyricists
Running first they hear of this
But none of them are safe from the ark of the covenant
(Guitar solo)
Jamaica to Lebanon
They wanna hear my reggaeton
They call out to the ark of the covenant