Verse 1:
Recapping on my intact memory
I memorize phony ass enemies
Take this ketamine, oh so meddling
Catch to the girls, other niggas won't catch me
Memoir in the middle of the console, not done
Way I'm gonna say it I'mma counsel, out come
Words I'm spittin, hear the outcome, how come
Niggas play the middle like Malcolm, while I'm
Staying at the top; I done: out-done, out-do, out-did
Do em up; past-tense
Am I up for all this? What am I to call this?
Gon' be 19, this August
Got pretty nice skin, teeth flawless
Mom gone kill me if I drop out of college
Outside school, attain more knowledge
So, to get to cake, might break that promise
Got my feet in the water, gettin' colder out
No one is with me, I just might drown
Knees in the water, gettin' holy now
Give me your tithes and your offerings
Obviously, the skills gettin' polished now
Feel like the old me abolished out
Never had the time to apologize
So, I'm thinking it's time to get baptized now
(Chorus):
With the Holy Water, with the Holy Water
Baptized with the Holy Water, with the Holy Water
Pass time, fast rhymes, spitting Holy Water, spitting Holy Water
Anointment Appointment, with the Holy Water
Wash it all down, with the Holy Water
Wash it all down with the Holy Water
With the Holy Water
Baptized with the Holy Water, with the Holy Water
Pass time, fast rhymes, spitting Holy Water, spitting Holy Water
Anointment Appointment, with the Holy Water, with the Holy Water
(Bridge):
Reap what you sew, and you sew what you reap
Reap what you sew, and you sew what you reap
Reap what you sew, and you sew what you reap
People are dying; relying on peace
Selling their souls and forgetting receipts
(Verse 2):
Ingested kerosene, so you could see the flame inside of me
So you can see the plane inside of thee, building; caused all these casualties
Search for new moralities, Rap Sheet for rap-sheets;
Came miles, feet of an athlete; might stink up the back seat of a taxi
Still take lead while I'm up in a track meet
Attracting fees like the bill due last week
If you really wanna know what I made in the past week
My trap backpack real packed with caffeine; it's up
Profit, of course, you need a plug; what's up?
Prophet, of course I am The One; enough
Haters wanna think it's fine, no front
I'm fine, no fucks, cause I just begun
Thrashing, smashing
Half-assing, is the passion
Of broke asses with no cash
In their pockets it's so drastic
Plastic bags in my city is banded, still stands;
Most niggas not understanding, most can't
Nunca, I never am landing
Gotta couple of plans, when I can I'mma plant it
Playing the plaintiff, get on my case? A mistake
Catch a candid of a picture I paint
I'mma little outlandish, way out of control
Water cleanliness suffice my soul
Immortality; I might not go
May the way I blow this fire, ignite my flow
All the cars, clothes, hoes, cash-gold will go
And, the chances are, you just might not know
WOE
(Repetition of Chorus)
