[Verse 1]
Is Walter Reed into sorcery?
Does he wear hoods and capes, with Egyptian 'broidery?
Awkwardly, does he talk with devils?
I mean look at his level
Should he walk around like Doom with a face of metal?
The Hyde and the Jekyll, to rise out the ghetto
Does he play with tarots? Does he live in the castle?
Does he really talk to Pharaoh? Is he a psychic?
A killer or righteous, does he really touch mics like Midas?
Is he a mystic? Why he says he never existed?
Who is Wizzy D? Who is Walt, the water of love?
Ballots, who dare challenge my chalice, on my name?
Your kingdom shall fall by violence
So pray to your lord, today you shall fall
I’m a conqueror, slay you with the sword
My [?] shall plead with you
We will meet at noon
And there you shall meet your doom

[Hook]
So who is the best?
No contest
So conscious that your soul launches
[?] scroll compass
Through the gold comments
Comets hit, comets hit, comets hit, comments hit
Who is the best?
No contest
So conscious that your soul launches
[?] scroll compass
See the gold comments, hit
See the gold comments hit

[Verse 2]
Straight out of African insane asylum
From a Zulu chief, comes you the Priest
Talk about the liquid fire, prolific writer
The Elijah messiah
Then grab the mic from out of two mountains welded tight
Then hold it up like the golden cup
Then spoke the ghosts of life into the music
When I write it, I’m deep rooted
And y’all can branch off and leave
You bite the fruit to get the seeds

[Hook]
So who is the best?
No contest
So conscious that your soul launches
[?] scroll compass
Through the gold comments
Comets hit, comets hit, comets hit, comments hit
Who is the best?
No contest
So conscious that your soul launches
[?] scroll compass
See the gold comments, hit
See the gold comments hit