Squabble up, angels in the trap with a halo bent
Talkin’ resurrection money—every dead president
I baptize the bassline, turn the sub to sacrament
Compton clouds part, let the ghost of funk vent
Push a crown through the concrete, watch it grow a new dent
If God’s in the details, then the devil pay the rent
I bled on the kick drum, now the tempo hell-bent
Squabble up, kingdom come, every step heaven-sent