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[Verse 1: MC Enoch] I've really had it with this lack of intelligence And you know I'm getting mad at the Ignorant's relevance It's getting sad I'm about to leave 'em in pestilence An just bury all their ass underneath all the sediments You know I've had it, I done heard all your testaments With the middle finger up to your rapping prerequisites I say I rap the looks I get are incredulous And they ain't gonna buy it until I show them some evidence Time to settle, spit myself into prevalence Royal Mitten got my back, taking land from the residents Stomp your ass with the force of an elephant All that bullshit you talking, dog, to me is irrelevant They can't stand that my raps are intelligent Turning on the radio's a hindrance to development I'm loading up and licking shots at your settlement And I'm going to keep bucking until me winning is eminent It's evident that you feel out your element So you better listen close to the way that I'm telling it Wack rappers got me feeling malevolent Catch me at the royal feast with the absence of etiquette Mouth full spitting shit at the president Because I never gave a fuck, always reckless and negligent Enoch, I'm a holy descendant And you won't see me in court unless if I'm the defendant