Lyrics In Tune - Symmetry

Yeah Peace to the 7s and the 17s
It's the God Symm

It's all a matter of mathematics, no acrobatics
A thin line between a slap and a dap
Eyes slanted like italics, shining my mind talent
The Rose from Concrete, Jacks sink like Titanic, indeed
You plan to fail if you're failing the planet
Fatal invaders play with dreidels and prey on the planet
85ers sniffing rails, in jail it's panic
The pale faced stalemate, so sail straight Asiatic
Oh? We don't know, we're G.O.D.s no more
Too much GMOs, phosphates, no organics
I'm standing on four angles of born static
Protons and photons spraying, volcanic
Stolen across the ocean, the ocean was Atlantic
Forced us to eat their porridge but inside they adore us
Top-left, it ain't no fuckin words or thesaurus to put us in
King, God, Black, Kemet or Moorish I'm all for it I'm in tune
This right here is that Symm tune
The True and Living, ask my ibn, him too is 7
Even though he got stuck in the bing too...
Third Eye open, you can be in the Shing too

Wha... You could be in the Shing too
Gotcha Third Eye open? You could be in the Shing too
Two
You could be in the Shing too
Gotcha Third Eye open?

Pomegranate bush
The God demands kush, raw granite
Organic with the force the planet push
Circumsizse vision keep your eyes peeled, use ya head niggas
Raise the dead, you can hear the mice squeal "Reinvent the wheel"
But we are meant to feel Mathematics
I'm a Saturday morning '92 Rap Attack addict
God be
Building with the ones who're lead astray and rule for 7 Days like Mahdi
That's Seven Thousand
With or without a set, I'm sharpening my axe to show my people it's a War
They're trying to keep us stuck in Metro Housing
Peep the Formula
Like Tracy Curry, leather jacket
Stone statue said "King of Kings" flowin at you, Street Warrior
Six hundred and thirteen Seeds for King Solomon, classic, this Bastard is Glorious
Sagittari Style, travelling the Nile with a glass full of lemon water
Assassination of your character's the oldest weapon
So "kill and destroy the enemy" said Hezekiah Walker
Right and Exactly
Haters pop up like acne
Pus splashin on their kicks and khakis if they attack me, Akiin
Still laughing at crack fiends
Building with Black Queens with fat dreams, whatever that means
Symmetry splash you back to reality
My family took a photo, slapped it on a mil carton
Designated me as lost, said I'm living in a fallcy
It's deeper than the rabbit hole, Alice... Punks jump up to get batteried
International mashing
We're pushing passed security with intelligence like V.H. Adderly
Stimulate matter from Calvary to Calgary
Pound for pound, there ain't no hound astounding me
Pound em in the head and take it back... Power Degree

Now draw that up... ha Peace