This is a song about "Democratic republic of congo"

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Growin/ power in the people cause my soul democratic

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Out of this coviction of feelings

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Out of mind out of sight

But you can't hide