[Verse 1: Radamiz] ? [Hook: King Critical] ? [Verse 2: Radamiz] f** you pessimists, ain't never did sh** so they turn to critics Picture them blackin' out like a negative Where the medals for my regiment? Out the cement we arose, your turn tentative Decadence more like medicine full of sentiments for my foes Turned to Damien as their lord Runnin' through the Triple 6 with their woes You way half way crook, other half mediocrity You spit bullsh**, that's hypocrisy Gallon of Henny turn a sober to a Socrates This my chaining day, spit a j**el to blow your name away Then throw it up like Dame in '98 For all the times my denim ain't even have a dime to pay I spit that gospel, turn a criminal to a minister Treat your torch lit like a cigarette Turn your limelight to a silhouette In need of inspiration, ain't no competition sparkin' that Planted my seeds, Madison Garden the harvest That real sh** been like an artifact Too rare for synonyms, maybe “too rare”s the synonym for the way that I scribble out mine For too long been sizzlin', ima ball like Krillin, plus the discs got that "Writeous" sign That's not a lie, hundred milli for Mogul on that dotted line Then I prophesize The revolution will be televised and monetized [Hook: King Critical] [Verse 3: King Critical] ?