In every corner a delay, same thing as every day, Lucifer blocking the message to the public while eating hay, But I told you many times, little goat, you're my prey. But the truth needed to come out one day, I'm here to wreck, not play. My decoding skills grew day by day. That 2 billion years of Earth history I would display. I came from Mars, I'll show you in bars. I was made as the trinity, Isis and the Father gave me divinity, But my planet Mars was dying, Soul extraction slowly the planet drying, So they sent me in a capsule to Earth flying. I was the Moon Child, don't trip, everything I filed, Just for the ones that are in denial, That during that time in the Aztec lands I was called Huitzilopochtli, The next life I was Achilles, his true name Yacatecuhtli. Look at the bottom of the cross, They cut my Achilles tendon yet I carried it like a boss, But Paris and Hector they would double cross, Today names like Satan and Lucifer they floss, Insects whose life later on I would toss. The Gray Lion ruled next, another put on the cross or the X, Think about it. Mex. During the second, Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli was a lion king, The end to the first Anunnaki sun he would bring, Later on to Tonatiuh, birth Mother Earth would sing, Morality and a good nature to humanity the red ant Gesus would bring. They changed the word insectoid ant 2 anti, I got skills to decode, I got the eye, To see past the lies. I'm the fourth generation, to tumble and expose every nation. When you rebirth you almost look exactly the same, Almost like the same frame, But the troubles of your new life you must tame. To make the figure of Gesus a Jew, what a shame, But Chris Martin aka Elohim is the one to blame, A weird guy who's a big flame, Records of Jesus he would try to contain, But me and him are not built the same. I do it for the glory while you do it for the fame. Your turn, Lucifer, to clown, I don't care if you and Elohim frown, Plus I look better than both of you with the crown. Lucifer, your silly attempts to be me, It's impossible, don't you see, That you don't got balls like thee? Anyone surely would agree. You insect, you flea. The 888 Gesus Martian is a Mexican dude from Sin City, And Lucifer is a short Latina round like one big titty, Sold her people to Cortez for a small fee. I write music in both genders, So stop claiming my female song with the artist Jazz, Be real, you can't write like me, drop your feelings in a flash. You own Suno and use your voice on my mash, Cause you're a simpleton at music, fucking trash. My sword with your neck soon it will clash. I want your life, keep your cash. The 888 will smash. Your weakness disgusting, Your temple I'm rushing, Your soul I'm crushing. The chosen one, or collective, is not a girl Or looks like a troll, But I'll reveal my real name: Jesus Cuevas. I'm feisty, I'll catch where evas, A dude who's 33 and lives in Las Vegas. So get it through your head, you weak devil, You will never be a Cuevas.