| Yo, now that the foundation been laid and my pillars complete |
| Allow me to say my piece—I'll make it brief |
| My goal is to unleash that lyrical inner beast |
| That’s been starvin'. Now it’s time to feast |
| Let’s put it to a cease, as long as I’m rockin' a steady beat |
| I’mma cock back and aim my piece |
| At the belly of the beast-type Machine that 'em at rage against |
| I’m ain’t strivin' for the dollars or cents |
| I’m considered America’s nightmare, problem for the Senate |
| Just 'cause I spit it how I live it |
| I try to make my tone coincide with my actions |
| While the rest of you rap niggas are merely actin' |
| I’m here to bring the damage every time they put me in the booth |
| I’mma get loose, spilling the truth. So don’t dispute |
| A child of God. A disciple |
| I’ll follow the prophet until it’s final |
| And I can follow suit and spit a bunch of braggadocious rhymes |
| And tell ya how ya boy is the greatest of all time |
| But when I watch the news and I hear the that died |
| To brag on myself is really a waste of time |
| But I do promise you this: within every rhyme |
| You gon' hear potency on a level sublime |
| general ordered to lead the blind |
| From the depths of darkness—follow so you can shine |
| Welcome to the album, Journ' «Reporting Live!» |
| We’ll be back after this break, so stay alive |