No Spiritual Surrender

[Verse 1:]

I don't know why y'all scared now, this ain't a new game

Christians been raping children over in Ukraine

I don't indulge in small talk, it's only true pain

I don't divulge the plan ahk, I fuck with Hussein

Acid is falling from the sky, fuck a new reign

This is a flammable liquified gas butane

Muggs gave me audio heroin, hit the blue vein

I ain't even Vinnie no more, Evil my new name

I'm like Elijah Muhammad carrying thoughts afar

Laws of nature and mathematical charts of god

I'm taking everything letting you faggot authors starve

War criminals are becoming the arbiters of law

And y'all are fouler than swallowing pork

Real talk, free speech under foreign assault

And y'all are burying your head in the dirt

The heavy metal king hold big shit, hit your head with the lock

[Chorus: Sick Jacken]

This shit is (raw), the Jedi Mind's (raw)

It's war with the metaphor and you ain't seen a storm before

You ain't Pac, get the fuck out of the underground floor

It's over, homie you ain't got no love anymore

Do it (raw), the Psychorealm's (raw)

This war's gonna end all, you ain't seen a storm before

I ain't taking this shit no more

We approach with a white skull when we assassinating y'all

[Verse 2:]

I'm the father of anything that's been done before

I was sparring with you, I ain't even begun the war

I like darkness, I don't know what the sun is for

Y'all have small hammers, y'all must be the son of Thor

Don't need hands, telepathically the gun will draw

That's the reason that you motherfuckers is running for

I saw the angel Gabriel y'all who we coming for

Y'all lock your part the same hell when I confronted y'all

I can ascend without any physical death

I can repent without any physical breath

To me it's not a discussion it's invisible chess

And if the vodka not Russian then it ain't hitting the chest

I can talk about guns, drugs, deading your shit

I can talk about the Torah and dimensional shifts

The power of the almighty is what's sent through my lips

The power of the almighty when the sentinel spits

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

I'm the complete rapper, the seventh son of the beast master

My heart is bigger than anyone and it beats faster

I'm a fucking king getting better with each chapter

Kiss the fucking ring, you'd better agree bastard

A sucker MC like to think [? ] classic

I'm not a fucking star yet but the seed planted

Energy of god head, Vinnie P tantric

I'm capable of levitating and speak Sanskrit

Yeah, and that's all part of the perfect machine

Part of perfect precision, part of the perfect regime

Part of purpose and the part of the work on my Deen

Perform wudhu make salah now the surface is clean

Everything meticulous, Vinnie's work is pristine

Fuck with me you'll take a trip under earth with the queen

I give a fuck about a critic, I'm searching for cream

My shit is filled with hollow tips so it bursts in ya spleen

[Chorus]