Land & Liberation

Yo, brick and mortar, in the booth I'm established
Ain't no gently down the river in a world full of malice
Lit the herb in the chalice, that's a sacrament
Every time I rap it's like I have to spit classic shit
Flows, I done mastered it, Black Dragon, New Afrikan
Knowledge of myself helped formulate the math again
Some niggas trippin, they can't see the vision
They'd rather go with the flow, in a white man's system
Brining plans to fruition cause friction
Made in the image, trace the lineage back to the Egyptians
Analytic when it comes to contradictions
Every cracker politician been crooked like Nixon
Bullets they be sending to men, women, and children, shit is sickening
They extract profits while we bicker 'bout bullshit, conditioning
Bic light flickering, thunderstorms
Land and Liberation what I hunger for, yo
Land and Liberation what I hunger for
Fields yield fruit, more trees than a lumber yard
Skills in the booth like a how-to audio tape
I spit art like Caravaggio paint, yo

The earth spins to refresh the dialectic
Temporary sounds turned to permanent records
Forced to navigate the ground on enemy lines
They feed off surplus blood on assembly lines
That shit wicked

Police killed my fam, they get acquitted
That's the system they invented to destroy the true and livin
I ain't never missed, something like I'm kin to Cal Ripken
Slank spit ill shit like I'm dippin while I'm pitchin
Went fishin out in Michigan, I'm Jeremy Wade
And I ain't even use bait, just inherently great
The straight way had a fork in it
I took the middle through the forest, I was born different
Stronger than some corn liquor
Formed in the mind, inspiration was divine when I penned this
Fuck dying in vain like Crispus
Gettin popped over conflicts with settlers and British
Should've been with his niggas takin care of real business
But I digress, split the cigarillo to relieve stress
Studying conditions as they regress, it's taxing
When I translate through mic waves I'm everlasting
Landscapes extravagant, similar to oil on the canvas
The roof lift off, this ain't Kansas
Made in the image, wrote this verse in hieroglyphics
They can translate my shit but can't kick it how I kick it
If I said it then I meant it
My shit highly recommended 'cross state lines
Organically I grew through the grapevine
It took time to master it but once I got the knack of it it's simple
The devil wanna commandeer your mental, push bullshit conditioning
Bic light flickering, thunderstorms
Land and liberation what I hunger for
Fields yield fruit, more trees than a lumber yard
Skills in the booth like a how to audio-tape
I spit art like Caravaggio paint, my nigga

The earth spins to refresh the dialectic
Temporary sounds turned to permanent records
Forced to navigate the ground on enemy lines
They feed off surplus blood on assembly lines
That shit wicked