[Verse 1]

Easy rider, with the bucket seat beneath the driver/
Streets on fire from the fuckin’ heat that eat The Wire/
Fiber-optics, I’m listenin’ to the profits/
While fixin’ to pin narcotics in your pockets just to get me higher/
Sire, why don’t you finish him like Shin’ and Stryker?/
Shit, cuz I’m liable as winter wind to chill the spine of/
The fuckin’ spineless when the rhyme gets to divine depths/
The troubled mindsets of the times gets to define Def/
I fly the crest as if my life and limb were represented/
Instrument of Def, they resurrect again, defying death/
So guess again when nephilim begin to eye the text/
I’d bet a pretty penny many men be dying yet/
Inclined to be the best, I free the mind, releasing stress/
Constantly repeat to see the best results, and leave the rest/
In the dust, at the cusp of something not to be entrusted/
In the hands of Justice, this will scare the public/

[Chorus]

Yeah, I’m Kenny Powers, and you’re fuckin’ out/
Too many cowards stuck around and couldn’t shut they mouth/
Then hung around for about the amount of time it takes/
Lights out, camera, action, hit me with them finer things/
Uh, I’m Kenny Powers, and you’re buggin’ out/
Too many cowards stuck around and couldn’t shut they mouth/
Then hung around for about the amount of time it takes/
Lights out, camera, action, hit me with them finer things/

[Verse 2]

They call us warriors, cuz we come out to play/
We see the horror through the corneas that cloud the way/
You see euphoria, you wish it here to stay/
The question guts or glory, answer’s only clear as day/
Because I’m dark as Knight, therefor I’m here to prey/
Upon the weak who talkin’ cheap, and commandeered the phrase/
That’s too severe to say, while I be tryna’ hear the say/
All too often steerin’ clear away as I appear to stay/
Calmest under pressure as I monitor the present/
Like a vulture or a buzzard, I am circling you pheasants/
You prolly thought I called you peasants, cuz you’re that dense/
Meanwhile the situation worsen in to a dead end/
You dead men, who tell no tales and sink no fuckin’ ships/
Settin’ sail for sanctuary, settlin’ for leak and drip/
I keep a 5th of Knocker stashed in Davey’s Locker/
I’m just asking for some peacefulness, cocking back the piece a bit/

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]

Yo it’s the witch doc, the medicine man of Hip Hop/
In gridlock, boutta’ lick a shot, like Wild Hickok/
My Uzi weighs a ton, so they be oozing more than inkblot/
The slipknot, tied it ‘round my neck, and then I cliff dropped/
Just when all you bitches thought, that you went and killed the Dock/
The Speckter resurrected for the vengeance, and to steal the guap/
Just to make it clear to y’all who praying for a miracle/
There ain’t no use without the ear to even hear the call/
Awww shit, your God is hard of hearing dawg/
Me, I be the light upon the distance, that you’re peering off/
As the crow flies, I pulled the wool over my own eyes/
Then collide, with the ceiling cuz they sealed him in a box/
D.R.D we been at large, now we the Grid Iron Gang/
We play the cards and roll the dice and got the tighter slang/
You couldn’t hang beyond a shadow of a doubt/
When you were told what Def.Divine’s about, we keep tellin’ ‘em/

[Chorus 2x]