[Verse 1]
I swear to God
It's the year of the Colectiv, homie
I've said a lot and you still really slept on homie
Well here's the message: The battalion finna snatch medallions
I'm talking miles you're thinking inches when speaking the distance
That's the difference, how loud, we want it envisioned
Our mission, how proud our pa**ion is driven
The collision, this rogue wave'll last long
Impact spanning millennium and the damn globe
I won't stop 'til I can drop a platinum album in a capsule
Come back with 5 others
Damn, bro
Work horse, only stable in my preparations
Always able, since the navel, I've fired the fuego
The Rude Testament, the pages pen suffering
Bound by the sounds of the frogman, Sejoh
The new chapter, the victims of crude masters
Linked together and gathered the tools to produce rapture
[Hook]
(x2)
Ain't no sanctuaries near
No need to fight the bitter truth
Imaginary fears need to die and get the boot
40 sipping that contemporary Holy Juice
Pa** the sticky, hit gradually and get it loose
[Verse 2]
I'm feeling wisdom hit my spirit and my chest
Now it's chess games coming
See me at my very best
On my mama, hoe
I'll maintain
You can't annihilate the pa**ages I've written like the stories of the Navajo
Pot of gold chasing, but it's really for respect
I do not oppose wealth if it indicates the test and tribulations of the quest
Be a legend in the making
Don't falsify documents, but fade them if they're fraudulent
Fame is not of quality but quantity of plugs
I ain't feel the love, but certainly there's times I get the rug pulled from under me
Acquaintances and such stop and talk to me with honesty
Excited what's to come
Imma strum, finna make it out the slump
Feel the bump, hit the skunk
Get busy and hit the funk
Mach speed, the product of Pac's speech
Steadily give the product cause soon we'll all bleed
Prayers to my folks, even the enemies
Played into the hoax, it's all pretenders, see
Replaced our little hope with 1-percenter speech
It's all right, it's right
We'll still make it through the long night
[Hook]
(x2)
Ain't no sanctuaries near
No need to fight the bitter truth
Imaginary fears need to die and get the boot
40 sipping that contemporary Holy Juice
Pa** the sticky, hit gradually and get it loose
[Verse 3]
No lessening our complexion
Necessity to your message
The remedy to repression
If all of us find acceptance, we'll all be self improving on our own time
Mind your business, stop shaming, judge your own crimes
We all Colectiv, ride the wav
Yeah, we'll guide the way
Violators try to harm us, they ain't match the pace
Triathlon mentality, yeah you lames tired
And if you with us it's training camp, and it's required
The whole nine, break you down, finna build you up
Technique with acquired knowledge to set you up
Find the thief that hot-wired your system and fire back
Stand firm to worms who wouldn't hire back
To these herbs really thinking they are louder than
What we serve, that goody meant for the disturbed
The Rude Testament, product of the Starter Pack
The Rogue Wav Colectiv fueling to charge the blast
[Hook]
(x2)
Ain't no sanctuaries near
No need to fight the bitter truth
Imaginary fears need to die and get the boot
40 sipping that contemporary Holy Juice
Pa** the sticky, hit gradually and get it loose
[Outro]
I swear to God, it's the year of the Colectiv, homie
I've said a lot, and you still really slept on homie
I swear to God, it's the year of the Colectiv, fam
I've said a lot, and I don't give a damn