[Intro:Wrekonize] So the sun rises, on the dawn of a new era And our young squire is presented with a seed To carry out the blood-line he may not be able to complete And the towns folk just stood in awe They had no name for this child No title for the birth they had just witnessed So the child sat up and began to speak for himself and said: [Verse 1: Wrekonize] I'm the alphabet accelerator, set the data test the fate a' Bless the initiative hate the fakers like I'm suppose ta' Over the ghost of coal so rose the most I hosted roast the boast, I'll never cross over Promote the post-it jokes my dose will choke The emcees' out for the bread and to the toaster I scold the stiff neck and cold shoulder Rolling over your rover, turn over your style cloner The one you picked up off an 8-mile poster You loose your face value when you play the wild joker Bluffing and stuffing this running out of your roaster Shooting for the stars wile I'm a big bang bolder Hulk hulkster like you got a gun in that holster We all know the truth is exposed when we get closer Close the freak show, your weak flow just seems broker Your vibe's slower than ride the Ms. Daisy chauffeur Sold your soul for souls to run-amuck a _______ Hip-hop do's and don'ts, the dues are growing lonesome Cus' you ain't paid none yet debt holder Irreverent, evident, _______ to wreck's soldiers So heed the words of the child like cobra Sitting up in his pram in a wild style pose up Beets, rhymes, and life is what my mind's composed of Here pushing it out until my outlet close up These are the first words... Of a child... Born into a kingdom... Where kicks and snares is justice