Harold's

[Verse 1]
 Hellafied heaven
 Rank and foul live amongst the rank and file, livid
 Be the living while legend
 My limits are alleged
 Sun is now risen
 Now engines are revvin'
 Rebels are reppin'
 Cats don't know the half but half of the steppin'
 I doubt that they're down to throw down any second
 Them clown boys don't make a sound
 Boring without a weapon
 They towel boys
 Ask the cowboy what he wreckin'
 I could have moved pounds of pedico
 When hell pounds, but that won't give power to the people
 Poll prowling, busy profiling my people
 It's so vile
 It's something so foul, something fecal
 A conquest extends upon realms, never charted
 Where young flesh with color like tar be the target
 For centuries, before the Red Sea was ever parted
 As an emcee, I germinate seeds for the harvest
 For the most part, press doesn't even matter
 Nodding like Pez dispensers to raise pegs on the ladder
 For brunts or mumps the husbands hunted and gathered
 Before a Trump, the billionaire punks was the pattern
 Lemme at 'em
 Yeah
 Things in Philly don't look good
 [Verse 2]
 I got scruples
 Professor professes what's best for my pupils
 Look at my pupils
 Big up to marsupials, carryin' fam
 I move like Maid Marian's man
 Without nary advanced
 My nap sack do carry a can
 I whoop ass whippin' it out, it's hardly a task
 I'm on path like Road to Damascus
 All owning the masses
 Back to the lab, front to the past
 Which means back to the future you bastards
 Say what's the happenin's
 I don't mean up in the Hamptons
 Nah, I'm not here to share wheels with the hamsters
 I'm looking for answers
 I act here on behalf of the hereafter
 Saint right near the marks
 Same marks right near the ass, the-
 Flashes in the pants straight giving me as the
 Typecast with casted characters
 Got me more bluer than Captain America
 Stay coming of age
 People are like "You the second coming"
 I'm like "Hey, I'm the first coming of me"
 Came up uncomfortably
 And I ain't coming to play
 And the predators will be coming to prey
 But things in Philly don't look good
 [Verse 3]
 Spent three years over your head
 My name mumbled under your breath
 Now I'm the boogie man under your bed
 Terrorizing your village
 Here to pillage and plunder your bread
 And everybody raised on wonderbread get a percent
 During the chorus listen up for Horus battling Set
 First it's cats fed up with love and rather battle instead
 And now impersonation's some sort of respect
 I think that's sort of a stretch
 Ain't nobody coming off of the head
 The situation's come to a head
 C'mon, what the heck
 ? I give any spin with sonic the hedge
 I ain't folding under pressure
 Peep the sound of me pressing reset