Dead people lift up from the earth
Promise they were haunted, cruel and cursed
True man never take a foot in a church
More money lacking than my pants and my shirt
The more people chop roof in a hearth
You know how much money like a goat blood worth
More than good shit and to a rebirth
Yes man, believe, believe, believe
In Nubia, if I ring down a river then me a go for that
Like Sulwhasang, get it up, bitch, I'm