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[Intro]
(Dark piano loop, heavy vinyl crackle, lighter flick)
Yeah.
Read your little books.
Man-written faith, right?
That shit is a joke.
Listen up.

[Verse 1]
Y'all got a narrated preconception, twisted up in your mind
Misrepresenting Messiahs, leaving the truth behind
You think a man nailed to a cross gives a fuck 'bout your praise?
Comin' back 4000 years later to this twisted-up maze?
He ain’t impressed by you hypocrites, faking the peace
A people pleaser? Hell naw, the judgment bout to release!
I know not! The return is right now to judge all you fakes
If your mind’s invaded with evil, it’s your soul that he takes!

[Chorus]
(Beat drops hard, heavy 808 bass, aggressive delivery)
Yeah, it’s gonna be your souls, motherfucker, pay the toll!
God and His Son relentless, unforgiving and cold!
Cash from a chaos machine, doing the devil's bidding
You just puppets on strings, and ain't no fucking forgiving!
I said it’s gonna be your souls!

[Verse 2]
(Fast, rhythmic flow, intense delivery)
Fifteen hundred black fellas locked deep in the pen
One white walking amongst 'em, tell me how does it end?
Temporary visitors, orchestratin' displacements
Shoving my people in cages, locked in the concrete basements!
You know exactly who you are, and the souls remember the pain
In a jail, in a prison, stuck in the exact same lane!
The past ain't just a vision, it's the reality, shit
Inside without no freedom, fighting the establishment!
Yeah, it's the exact same mission!

[Pre-Chorus]
(Tempo slows slightly, menacing tone)
Y'all had a free ticket for 4000 years of the lies
Self-liberation bullshit while the innocent dies
Look at you now, destroying nations, tearing it down
Not long ago it was your family bleeding out on the ground!

[Chorus]
(Full energy, loud and aggressive)
It’s gonna be your souls, motherfucker, pay the toll!
God and His Son relentless, unforgiving and cold!
Cash from a chaos machine, doing the devil's bidding
You just puppets on strings, and ain't no fucking forgiving!

[Verse 3]
Has your mind and your soul been invaded by greed?
Planting that nasty shit, watering up the wrong seed?
Well if you silently thinking evil, plotting out your attack
Then your reply should be "Yes to me," 'cause I’m pushing it back!
Cut the strings off the puppets, watch the empire fall
We breaking out of the system, tearing down the damn wall!

[Outro]
(Beat fades out to just the dark piano and police sirens in the distance)
Cash from a chaos machine.
Temporary visitors... your time is up.
No more free rides, bitch.
The return is now.
(Whispered)
To judge all you motherfuckers.
[End]