| «Guy back there called you Jésus» |
| «He didn’t say Jésus. He said, 'Hey, Zeus!' |
| My name is Zeus» |
| «Zeus?» |
| «Yeah, Zeus! As in, father of Apollo? Mt. Olympus? |
| Zeus! You got a problem with that?» |
| Fascinated in the discovery of recovering components |
| Of a certainly instants analyzing captivating moments |
| From going through it, searching for restitution |
| Find a refuge inside a vest whose design will wreck ruins |
| Out of a bomb combining resolutions |
| Coming in incredibly adaptive, seeing it happen |
| In a set of movements to relaxed and very active |
| Sometimes subtle interferes |
| Gathering an intermission of images in a savent |
| Vicious synonyms in events of diligence |
| With conviction willing, given with precision |
| I came up on a shitty block |
| Son, you might your snot box rocked over a skully top |
| And if she knows something then I want some top |
| But if she get around, I don’t want that box |
| I rather watch Ralph McDaniel’s |
| And bit your finger if you touch the channel |
| Too hot to hold, too cold to handle |
| You still half steppin' in your Clerenda sandal |
| My knowledge of Popeye, I’m strong till the finish |
| And I won’t trip myself after I smoke spinach |
| I ain’t no average rap god |
| Hanging onto my halo just won’t fly |
| Lean in so you can feel this |
| My dragon palm is the realest |
| The pigeon that screams is distinguish |
| The order of the phoenix |