[Intro: R.A.P. Ferreira]
Soulfolks think tank
Bookoo Bread Company
R.A.P. Ferreira, left hand of the Nostrum Grocers
Scallops Hotel is the building
Bumsweat, Ruby Yacht, et cetera, et cetera, on and on

[Verse 1: R.A.P. Ferreira]
Silence speaks, merit talks
Nonetheless I sound my barbaric yawp
On a walk across rooftops
In a primordial ether I lost a fist fight
That's why I was born on a blue midnight
When the giver knelt on the banks of the River Nile
I'm a preacher man with a wicked smile
Mean jigger one clean- (Don't say that)
Why would Thanksgiving be a cеasefire?
Neat trick but I see thе wires
Though made of flesh, avoiding swords and arrows
How could you ever hope to be inadept
Where they knelt, we leapt, adherence to the precept keep it funky
The punch drum clunky swing, courtesy the monkey king Bumsweat
Mashing buttons thumb wet, and that's a
Part of the worship service
Nervous confessions are better forgotten
In a world where you're either fresh or rotten
On my cotton stain first pew thought it rained
Let 'em stew on the spew for days
(for days, for days, let 'em stew on the spew for days)
(bumping bumsweat)