[Intro sample]
Hold on to your butts
Your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could
They didn’t stop to think if they should

[Hook: Golden Goose]
Gotta run the race that’s set before me like a track star
Gotta make the beats bananas, gotta make the raps hard
Gotta give Him all the glory ‘til I spit the last bar
God brought life to my bones like Jurassic Park

[Verse 1: Golden Goose]
Gotta keep on racing for the finish like it’s Nascar
Not to chase after fast money, fast women and fast cars
We just chase the truth, we trace the truth in every land we are in
U.S. and Africa, shout out to my fam in Blantyre
I don’t ever front so you can catch me in the backyard
I’m not of this world so you might look for me on Xandar
Bass sounds like a T-Rex in the trunk, yeah, that’s Jurassic Park
I’ve been in the kitchen like I’m a velociraptor (wack bar)
But what’s a rap (wrap) without something cheesy?
Just rapping (wrapping) ‘bout bread and who I meet (meat) is way too easy
Let us (lettuce) add some salt like Jesus told me, I’ll be right back
Shining before men so I guess this is just a light snack
Not ready to sit down, put my food in a to-go box
But y’all gon’ be waiting on me right after these songs drop
First you’ll catch this, then get to itching like you got smallpox
I’m on a roll like a mall cop, cause I—

[Hook: Golden Goose & Trace “The Truth”]
Gotta run the race that’s set before me like a track star
Gotta make the beats bananas, gotta make the raps hard
Gotta give Him all the glory ‘til I spit the last bar
God brought life to my bones like Jurassic Park
Gotta run the race that’s set before me like a track star
Gotta make the beats bananas, gotta make the raps hard
Gotta give Him all the glory ‘til I spit the last bar
God brought life to my bones like Jurassic Park

[Verse 2: Trace the Truth]
Uh! It’s six in the morning
Gotta wake up, brush my teeth, gotta get going
Gotta go to church, gotta pray and praise, gotta hear His voice
Wanna stand in front of the crowd, wanna tell my story
Since I was a kiddo, I've been walking a wrong way, I was
The definition of sin, they used to say
Sex, liquor, violence, homie, that was my game
I was dancing with the devil almost everyday
Koma moyo siophweka chipulumutso sichibeka
(But life ain’t easy, you can never steal salvation)
Za tsogolo lako m'bale uzifunse wekha
(Check your actions if they reflect the brighter future for your soul)
Leka! Sintha khalidwe m'bale tadekha
(You gotta stop the evil ways brethren, be humble)
Dziwa olenga dzuwa sakondwa ndi imfa ya ochimwa
(You gotta know that the Creator of the sun is not pleased with a sinner's death)
No Jesus, no life
You gotta stay true, you ain’t gotta tell a lie
Go to the world, homie, please testify
Then he's gonna bring life to your bones like Jurassic Park, uh!


[Hook: Golden Goose]
Gotta run the race that’s set before me like a track star
Gotta make the beats bananas, gotta make the raps hard
Gotta give Him all the glory ‘til I spit the last bar
God brought life to my bones like Jurassic Park
Gotta run the race that’s set before me like a track star
Gotta make the beats bananas, gotta make the raps hard
Gotta give Him all the glory ‘til I spit the last bar
God brought life to my bones like Jurassic Park

[Verse 3: Golden Goose]
Die a hero or live long enough to be the villain
Used to make the tracks but now I jump on tracks to kill them
Trying to electrify ‘em like I’m Max Dillon
I’m feeling fantastic like I’m in the Baxter Building
You say I’m too comical like comics aren’t phenomenal
I’m also theological, I’ve got a nerdy kind of flow
It’s time to talk some Gospel though so let me be methodical and
Try to bring the rhymes back to the Bible. Oh, I got it, so
Before the God of Hosts got a hold, I was like the prodigal
You gotta know, that kid that dissed his pop and spent a lot of dough
Not living economical, his kwatcha flow got kind of low
Then had to call an audible, said “sayonara, gotta go
back to my father’s, try to get a job at home” papa said,
“Pop a squat, somebody get him the finest robe, ice him out with a lot of gold”
They killed the fatted calf, his bro said “that’s a lot of bull”
Yeah, I got a lot of jokes, but now I gotta go

[Hook: Golden Goose]
Like a track star
Gotta make the beats bananas, gotta make the raps hard
‘Til I spit the last bar
God brought life to my bones, that’s Jurassic Park