Old Friend

Yo, outside the weather changin', shelter from the cold wind
I'm in the booth again familiar like an old friend
They mold the fences in a row but still we broke in
I found the knowledge well was deep, I let it soak in
They never quote the ones that should've been our spokesmen
It's either death or exile for those that's chosen
The Bible had Moses, Elijah brought hope to us
But still we mostly broken in a zone with bad omens, yo
You know when swords slice the skin of shoguns
I remain focused, posted, roasting doja
Nike motion, U.S. Open
The music conjures up emotions, when my rhymes was spoken
More than slogans, truth was woven in the fabric of my tracklist
My actions sparked opposite reactions, they severely lackin
Slank the master craftsmen in the booth
I mastered rappin' in my youth
I move like Castro with them troops
I wrote these chapters filled with truth, hold up, hold up, yo

It seems we meet again, the pen is like my sole friend
Margins can't contain the way my flow bends
Angola, where they stole men and women, kids
Chained inside the hold, ships
Taken to the shores, submerge my head, I feel reborn, amen
My fingertips to print the script
Being literate was once a crime
They kept us deaf and blind, they wanna see you ignorant
That's why I craft my sentences with dope intent
Slank, I spit the potentest
Waterproof motion, we command the oceans
Drown opponents, roll my stick
Fold this verse twice so I can carry it
Organize the texts like librarians
Out in Alexandria or Timbuktu
Always set the standard, shit they couldn't do
Mic stamina
In Alabama, planned revolts to destroy the planters
Danger stays apparent
Move strategically, dodge interference, yo
Bob popped the sheriff but he only grazed the deputy
Unchain the melody, the track heavenly

Ayo, Heaven is a state of mind
Seek and you will find salvation
But only once we build the Black Nation, yo
Trials, tribulations, Hell is exploitation
Modern innovations
Cover worse situations that we living in
Heaven is a state of mind
Seek and you will find salvation
But only once we build the Black Nation, yo
Trials, tribulations, Hell is exploitation
Modern innovations
Cover worse situations that we living in

Chillin' in the whirlwind
Smoke spins, me and my friends
The beat drops when the battle begins
I play to win like I'm Josh Gibson
In the booth the plot thickens
Never stop givin
Everything I got to change mirage visions into actuality
Horsepower, cavalry
These days you gotta move like that
I had maroon-white straps across my Nike Vandals
This was an example of my handle on the situation, yo