Текст песни




Front to back this masterpiece might be the nicest
I used the sword to slice the stone in my likeness
It took time for me to write
It's like deciphering the book of life
I took advice from those among my tribe to get it right
The mic device relay what I recite
The truth is dangerous
That's why they hung the Black Christ
They loot uranium from Africa
Slave traffickers
The israelis do a massacre, the U.S. backing it
That shit wicked like the house fell on it
I'll never stop rhyme development
Can't help but excel in it
Rock the afro like Lionel Jefferson
I'm out steppin' 'em
I grew in my environment and also affected it
It's still hectic, police don't like the complexion
Like it's fear embedded
A guilt complex
Slave patrol syndrome
My father used to teach me how it was
Back during Jim Crow
It sounded similar to now with less subtleties
The mic device preserve my discoveries
Ain't no time for luxuries
We tryna eat but all they sold was poison meat
They give us liquor stores and tear down groceries
It's startin' seem that
It sounded similar to now with less subtleties
The mic device preserve my discoveries
Ain't no time for luxuries
We tryna eat but all they sold was poison meat
They give us liquor stores and tear down groceries
It's startin' seem that
I used the sword to slice the obstacles that blocked my path
The root knowledge made the branches easier to grasp
It's Slank Shabazz it's no mystery God
They hid the truth behind a fog, camouflage
Everyday I walk through Babylon
The music blastin' on they speakers
Ain't designed to teach us nothing
I ain't come to preach
I simply noticed something
Sudden movements
They confuse you with illusions
The astute student learn to move prudent
Well suited to this type of music
It's therapeutic, shoot like Stanley Kubrick
Cinematic fusion
My pen fluent in diverse styles
I write it down, record, release it
It disperse miles and travel through the internet
Afro-silhouette, trained to flip alphabets
To represent whatever I intend
At any given moment
The world lonely if you broke or if you Black
And if you both they want you down bad
Under attack, yo
It sounded similar to now with less subtleties
The mic device preserve my discoveries
Ain't no time for luxuries
We tryna eat but all they sold was poison meat
They give us liquor stores and tear down groceries
It's startin' seem that
It sounded similar to now with less subtleties
The mic device preserve my discoveries
Ain't no time for luxuries
We tryna eat but all they sold was poison meat
They give us liquor stores and tear down groceries
It's startin' seem that



Авторы: Damek P. Mitchell



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