Can't touch my toes but I can touch your soul.Turn ya essense into stone. Turn ya into something that can't atone.Ballin' 'cus I'm chose'.Flexxin' all the ice god damn your soul from fear just froze.I'm hella up I bett the POTUS knows.Done with the "free will" hocus pocus show.I...make "The Fire Lake" temp look like an Easy Bake(tm)My fire is more fire.Contest of fire power at my finest hour.And I'm not talkin' 'bout who has finer flower...I...rep The LORD.And best believe I don't need a Sword...But guess what heathen!Now's the time and season for a good unsheathin'.Don't wanna hear your pleadin' 'cus I *only* obey The Reason...I wield that dank flame.My blade so hot it's insane.Temp beyond a rational number.Unquantifiable, Undeniable.T.G. I'm not liable...
I knelt before Krishna, the conciever of Brama..."Can you make me an Astra? I got no dolla but I want that Dharma.My whole world went adharma.People claimin' they're equal to You Almighty..."Krishna cut me off and was like..." 'nuff said, alrighty. What type of divine weapon we needin'?"And I was like..."The manifestation of fear beyond reason.Something that cuts with no bleedin' and doesn't kill but exponentially perpetuates the terror state.Something to make the "hardest" asura on my world unravel and unfurl, and even before unsheathin' they start to straight shake and hurl.I wanna be weildin' somethin' so fowl that asura can't evacuate the scene before evacuating thier bowels.And whetever sense the blade is percieved with...let's just say they don't need it.Outright delete it, or just hella tweak it.These asura know nothing of bleakness, they be terrorizing my kind and don't acknowledge (thier) weakness.To sum it up, oh Supreme LORD...I need The Fear Sword..."
You'll never rest, because you can't kill time. Oh Almighty Kala, LORD of samsara...show me the light of Sharanagati, The Purest Dharma.Oh Holy Isvara, free us from the blinding bondage of Svechacara, The Vilest Adharma.It should be redundant we don't control our karma.Oh LORD Krishna, Sovereign Master, Supreme Controller of All...May "partial control" be forever erased from the minds of the Graced, for you completely rule over all things regardless of thier states...
I'm not tired, but best believe my karma exhausted.Idgaf 'bout false profits.I'm all in on what's in my noggin.The glorious form of Hari Bhagwan.You say you're ballin'?I think you're stallin'...Stallin' for time.Ya shine is my grime.Free Will was my crime...Best believe I atoned.Read up on the tomes.I learned that...Only God Controls.The Controlled = not God.
Rapping...yeah that art is gone.I'm a slave to Hari Bhagavan.Just a puppet on some strings.I just love it that compared to Him I'm nothing...Devils not in the details he's in free will.**** agency, don't play with me...Only Fate's ok with me.You got nothing meaningful to say to me.Bet you never said the holy name...Krishna.Krishna.Best believe Top Shot won't miss ya.I'm not here to diss ya.But, like, I was Fated to be Graced.Fated to be hated by those who endlessly chase.I already got what I'm after...Being The Perfect Slave to My Master.
