Текст песни 47 - Ace Phalos

Got a nigga performing like
47 Miracles
Tryna make enough bread
To feed a multitude
Live with no fear
Ignore how your peers peer at you
I don't know what they looking for
The evidence empirical
The bloodline imperial
I murder it its serial
Its deeper than habitual
This shit reverse the ritual
Here to recondition you
The energy return
From all the bullshit
That you give your attention to

You gotta make it work for you
It's all about the energy
You don't wanna make God your enemy
Crawlin on ya belly with the slithery
Snakes that pretend to be chameleons
Tryna camouflage the feelin
But its senseless
When there's more than 6 senses
I perceive the insecurity
And feel that somethings missing
If you got ears you should listen
Had a Deja vu
More like a premonition
Woke up from paralysis
Hallucinating visions
Of these life or death decisions
Pick it with precision
When you living on the edge
It's learn to fly or be a victim
Because somebody's gonna push you
Gotta have balance
Stay workin on ya craft
Hone in on ya talents
No reaction that's kneejerk
If so you need work
You gotta have that muscle memory
Provide a speed burst
Cant teach it gotta research
Jump in it feet first
My first feet they retreat
Or its knees in the dirt
The obsolete I delete
Slick as sleet don't slip
If you ain't got the map
Please don't trip
My gps is equipped
With astronomical coordinates
They want us at the bottom
Try to treat us like subordinates
Don't wanna see us coordinate
And fortify the black collective
We gotta make it so
They can't get past detection
Was 4 or 5 when I recognized
The mass deception
Seen the 45 turn Jordan
To less of a weapon
Let's see you get past 23
With a clean record
Carried by 6 is undefeated
Calm under pressure
Was born born under pressure
Broken collar bone
Word is moms couldn't hold me
Until I was 6 months old
The pain is pleasure
I can take the blistering cold
Use it as fuel for the fire
Burning deep in my soul
You couldn't control
Internal organs probably explode
Im probably the dopest
Surely the deepest
If I was white
They probably say I was Jesus
To keep society's secrets
Under the firmament
We roll up the earth
And let it burn a bit
They prostitute ya mind
To try to turn a trick
Into a treat
Listen when the ruler speaks
Like orator and music's peak
A nation of Marcus Garvey's
Is what it what it takes to break the leash
Im tryna figure out
What it takes to wake that beast
I cant live without
Freedom, justice, peace
You interfere with those
It all blows out the windows
Of the 88 caprice classic
With the system blastin
All the hate for melanin
Still couldn't match the passion
Following a trend
They tryna duplicate the fashion
We never miss a beat
Even if time the lapses
They call us criminal
It's clear to see who got it backwards
Because we already changed the name
To ali from Cassius, way back when
Im something you can't son Im a bastard
Meanwhile they eatin
Off slowly depleting Africa
And acted like slavery
And reparation's aint adding up
And mad at us because we mad as fuck
It's backwards as fuck
Like going to the mother land
Just to segregate
Bring niggas to America
Just to tell us to get away
Like we chose to immigrate
Let that shit simulate
Then let it marinate
Heavy how it carry hate
Now if you wanna hear that bull shit
Please do not participate
A little late but man I had some shit
That I had to say