Lyrics Za Prayah pt.III - IIIA

Here we meet the Samurai
Continuing his quest
Refusing to give up the fight
Still little one
There is more to learn
Watch closely

I come from a generation exploited and gentrified
The sensation of music, anointed clouded eyes
The veneration, when I spit on a mic you see acid, not alkaline
I call my fans, excavators, they dig for gold when I rhyme
Ironic how they count the odd one out in your prime
Blind to skill they see as luck
My L's were 7's, you just had to adjust
Jacked the pot, Black royal flush
Take chips as they come
Either on your shoulder
Or the awards that you won
I am a Jack of all Trade
I kill my masters for fun
The light that remained
From a fractured half-dipped yellow sun
I am the bullet
You just the smoke from gun
We loading like hard drives
Wheel spins slow on the road to success
That's hard drive
But lately I'm losing drive to fatigue
Don't get it twisted
Still kill these beats with ease
Young pessimist
Forever hard to please
Insomniac, but my Morales been swinging miles round me
I think therapy's the synonym for sleep
Dreams the definition of free
Trust is blind
Lady Justice co-opted honesty
I'm on my knees, begging to to be healed
You ain't married to this game you just trying to cop a feel
We are not the same
You fuck around
I'm a young Black David Copperfield
How's it feel
I'm yours

World of vice and sin
Ain't it appealing
But you need healing
We praise the music
We praise the funk
Dance with us

Look
God is a black woman
And she listens to funk
I don't make music unless it rattles your trunk
I'm speeding on back street roads
And yes I am drunk
They tell me they love me
And it don't mean much
This for Lindy boppers in zoot suit
This for Uncle Femi with the silver tooth
This is kaftans and well-cooked soul food
Ink split on ProTools
Distinct blinks, like
You ain't supposed to rhyme this good
I am soot and prayers
New school grit, kept it playa
She said take me and make me yours
Bed turns to a swimming pool when she on all fours
It ain't blasphemy if we both scream to God
It's just rhapsody when you shake mi amour
But this melancholy got me
Obviously numb to myself
I been, like
Drowning in vice
Maybe I should just ask for help
No lies felt
Buuuuut
Till then we praise funk
But this melancholy got me
Obviously numb to myself
I been, like
Drowning in vice
Maybe I should just ask for help
No lies felt
Buuuuut
Till then we praise the funk
I'm
I'm
I'm
I'm Yours
I'm
I'm
I'm
Yours