[Intro: DNA Tru Lyricist & K-Rino]
Hah, man
Man, I can tell right now, I'ma have to get the wizard
Hey K? Yo, K?
Aye, what's up, man?
Yo, what's up, man?
Chillin'
Man, I gotta say, man, it ain't lookin' too good down there on planet Earth, man
Yeah, I see
People are involving themselves in the craft that we've mastered
Mhm
And sayin' that they go the hardest?
Mhm
Man, I'm checkin' 'em out and the only thing hard about 'em is that their music's hard to listen to
Haha, yeah
Man, I think, man, I think we need to just go ahead and go on down to planet Earth and clean up these streets

[Verse 1: DNA Tru Lyricist]
Say hello to me and K-Rino, now in your lane
Holdin' it down for all these years has been no thing
Try to match our aggression, we'll make [?]
Then we'll make the windflow change to spin more
A simple thing to place a category F5 aneurysm in your brain
Now, to survive, you gotta win this guillotine limbo game
If you win, then we're beheaded
And the info drains from our brain with the knowledge to cure your excruciating temple pains
Or you can forfeit now, we'll let you die in no vain
And drag your ass through sixteen sheets of skyscraper glass window pane
Sometimes my flows may seem a little simple, mane
But I'm for the good and for the god, don't get it crippled, mane
Even though I was raised by a witch wearin' a wimple and a cane
Born outside, surrounded by strange symbols in the rain
With lightning strikin' and thunder bangin' like cymbals of a frame
Cool, calm, and collected, with nothing but focus in my eyes to this day
[Hook: DNA Tru Lyricist]
The Lyrical Gods have been summoned at judgement day
Take a look at all these weak rappers runnin'
DNA and K-Rino are comin'
Hear the trumpets of war, the warriors roar and the drums pa-rum-pum-pum'ing, they're comin'
There ain't no way that you can stop us
You got us in your sight, but that's just a hologram, we already caught you
And placed you in a fake world like Trueman
So, when Judgement Day's upon you, ask yourself, what are you gonna do, man?

[Verse 2: K-Rino]
I rip fast and I give 'em whiplash
And then stash fifty different parts of his ass in fifty Ziploc zip bags
We don't ignite trouble, but people provoke us
Watchin' ten shows on ten TV screens, equally focused
Your lines are older than a Grateful Dead fan
To cover my intellect span, you need a twenty-thousand mile circumference headband
You must be full of coke, like that red can
Step to me and D, and I'ma drown you in a elderly man's bedpan
Keep yappin', I'ma pop you like an excedran
(Don't you mean excedrin?) Fool, I was stretchin' the rhyme scheme, I know what I said, man
And though there's one of me, I still come in twos
See, I'm a real flame, and you that little heat lamp they use on McDonalds food
No time to lose in my rhyming school
After I blind the dude, I overheard him tell his homeboy "That was kinda cool"
I grabbed the .9 and snuck up behind the fool
(You shot him?) Nah, handed him the gun and I stomped him 'til his spine was bruised
[Hook: DNA Tru Lyricist]
The Lyrical Gods have been summoned at judgement day
Take a look at all these weak rappers runnin'
DNA and K-Rino are comin'
Hear the trumpets of war, the warriors roar and the drums pa-rum-pum-pum'ing, they're comin'
There ain't no way that you can stop us
You got us in your sight, but that's just a hologram, we already caught you
And placed you in a fake world like Trueman
So, when Judgement Day's upon you, ask yourself, what are you gonna do, man?

[Verse 3: DNA Tru Lyricist]
I'm partin' the audience like Moses as I walk to the stage
Wrapped my fist around the mic, left it caught in a blaze
Send a mean mug my way, then it's off with your face
Leavin' you surrounded by black mambas, locked in a cage
The lyrical epitome of hidden identities
Plug 'em into the slugs of obscenity, in my enemies
With consciousness, I'm bomin' the constant monstrous thoughtlessness
Bottomless pit of noxiousness, dumb shit subconsciousness
Where I plant a pompous ox in the seat of ominous documents
That grow through their esophagus with autononomous prominence
And form a continent of opulence
A megatopolis, obvious sick prominent dominant thought-driven acropolis
Stop kiddin' your confidence
Me and K-Rino are the lyrical gods to this
We often get hate due to their great incompetence
So how about just showin' us some love? Or stand there and shrug
But if you change your mind, just look up above and see the gods
[Hook: DNA Tru Lyricist]
The Lyrical Gods have been summoned at judgement day
Take a look at all these weak rappers runnin'
DNA and K-Rino are comin'
Hear the trumpets of war, the warriors roar and the drums pa-rum-pum-pum'ing, they're comin'
There ain't no way that you can stop us
You got us in your sight, but that's just a hologram, we already caught you
And placed you in a fake world like Trueman
So, when Judgement Day's upon you, ask yourself, what are you gonna do, man?