Yeah, yo, the savior is back

This is the
Age of the sun, the savior has come
Paint it with tongue, my [?] like a Jamaican with guns
Sage of the slums, inhale a hurricane when it come
Using a eighth of the lung, I still blaze to the drum
See a lion jump in his cage, play with his cubs
I’m strong enough to arm wrestle an ape with a thumb
You ain’t strong enough to arm wrestle a baby, you chump
What a walking contradiction, you atheist nun
Useless like a centerfold rocking winter clothes
You'll never get approached by an agent in a coat
I’m blazing with the flow, making statements with the flow
A few degrees more I’ll be Satan with the flow
So get out the thermometer, the prophet of the kind of stuff
Like Harry Potter but a little less popular
They asking who is O
I tell y’all the truth is O, you should know I’m