1The Lord said to my dude, "Chill at my right hand, and I'll handle your haters."

2The Lord's gonna send the strength from Zion: rule over your foes, no cap.

3Your squad's gonna be hyped when you flex your power, looking fresh from the start: you got the vibe of youth.

4The Lord's made a promise and ain't backing down, you're a forever priest like Melchizedek, fr.

5The Lord at your side is gonna take down kings when he pops off.

6He'll judge the nations, filling places with the fallen; he's gonna take out heads in many lands, savage.

7He'll sip from the brook on the way: that's how he lifts his head up.

1The Lord said unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.

2The Lord shall send the rod of thy strength out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.

3Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: thou hast the dew of thy youth.

4The Lord hath sworn, and will not repent, Thou art a priest for ever after the order of Melchizedek.

5The Lord at thy right hand shall strike through kings in the day of his wrath.

6He shall judge among the heathen, he shall fill the places with the dead bodies; he shall wound the heads over many countries.

7He shall drink of the brook in the way: therefore shall he lift up the head.