Tell the truth, you never knew who Medgar Evers was...
Emmit Till and Malcolm both spilt the same blood.
Bobby Seale know the reasons why there ain't love.
Dr. Newton died by the very same gun.
Martin Luther tried... we still in same slum
More than 40 years lower class stays numb
Guess we better off if we all play dumb
Problem is I'm born with intelligent tongue
Silver Spoons only on tube where we from
Ain't rude just consumed with how they business done
Only solace lie in the language of drums.
The Boom-Bap sparks revolutions.
The Boom-Bap sparks revolutions.
Only solace lie in the language of drums
Ain't rude just consumed with how they business done
Silver spoons only on tube where we from
Problem is I'm born with intelligent tongue
Guess we better off if we all play dumb
More than 40 years Lower class stay numb
Martin Luther tried we still in same slum
Dr. Newton died by the very same gun.
Bobby Seale know the reasons why there ain't love.
Emmit Till and Malcolm both spilt the same blood
Tell the truth, you never knew who Medgar Evers was...
Chorus:
Can't forget how they fought or the struggle.
Remove one block, watch us all tumble.
One thing they taught, we got to stay humble.
Shades of Melanin like pieces to the puzzle!
(4x)
Tell the truth, you never knew who Medgar Evers was...
Emmit Till and Malcolm both spilt the same blood.
Bobby Seale know the reason why there ain't love.
Dr. Newton died by the very same gun.
Martin Luther tried... we still in same slums
More than 40 years Lower class stays numb
Guess we better off if we all play dumb
Problem is I'm born with intelligent tongue
Silver Spoons only on tube where we from
Ain't rude just consumed with how they business done
Only solace lie in the language of drums.
The Boom-Bap sparks revolutions.
The Boom-Bap sparks revolutions.
Only solace lie in the language of drums
Ain't rude just consumed with how your business done
Silver spoons only on tube where we from
Problem is I'm born with intelligent tongue
Guess we better off if we all play dumb
More than 40 years Lower class stay numb
Martin Luther tried we still in same slum
Dr. Newton died by the very same gun.
Bobby Seale know the reasons why there ain't love.
Emmit Till and Malcolm both spilt the same blood
What you fear nigga? I peeped you ball that fist.
You can't walk these streets cause you ain't equipped
What you fear nigga? I peeped you ball that fist.
You can't walk these streets cause you ain't equipped
What you fear nigga? We deep from Bronx to Bricks
We speak that deadverse, subversive script!
Equate physical with first light and last breath
Obtained impossible from incept of this quest
Cave your puffed chest if you act like you best
Flow monosyllabic 'til you prove intellect
Ingest filthy water to survive this trek
Weary of these kids with clear eyes who inspect
First draft of manuscripts never reach depths
The kid who tagged along that you thought of as pest
Grew to 5'6" with thick skin
Hispanic
Dome contains wisdom within words we manic
My anger seems standard
I've grimaced since youth
A smile's of no use when it's death we speak to.
Subdued speech pattern now seems familiar
Fear derived from ignorance makes sense in circumstance
Advanced gesture tell tale
Draw line in sand
Mistake to reawake ones who claim to understand
Remain rugged eyes open
Clench first fist over hand
Mental stay potent 'till gasps of broken man
Eyes keep focusing
Styles you noticing
Diseased because i am.
What you fear nigga? I peeped you ball that fist.
You can't walk these streets cause you ain't equipped
What you fear nigga? I peeped you ball that fist.
You can't walk these streets cause you ain't equipped
What you fear nigga? I peeped you ball that fist.
You can't walk these streets cause you ain't equipped
What you fear nigga? We deep from Bronx to Bricks
We speak that deadverse, subversive script!
What you fear nigga? I peeped you ball that fist.
You can't walk these streets cause you ain't equipped
What you fear nigga? I peeped you ball that fist.
You can't walk these streets cause you ain't equipped
What you fear nigga? We deep from Bronx to Bricks
We speak that deadverse, subversive script!
What you fear nigga? I peeped you ball that fist.
You can't walk these streets cause you ain't equipped
What you fear nigga? I peeped you ball that fist.
You can't walk these streets cause you ain't equipped
What you fear nigga? I peeped you ball that fist.
You can't walk these streets cause you ain't equipped
What you fear nigga? We deep from Bronx to Bricks
I never learn... Concerned there's no consequence.
Situation tense as I test my tolerance
Volatile verbs fall between common words
Daily drama frays nerves
Humans move in herds, seems so obsurred
I observe minute movements confused wit your speech
Heard a tinge of fear when you preach.
Only seems natural.
Actual parables pertain to non-factual events that are
pushed as past tense.
Kept thought concise when I vent but can't focus.
Concrete terrain turned molten.
Turmultious days fall consecutive on shoulders of
men...
Got enough weight without being condemned.
Chorus:
We lost sight of how to use these mics
What scripts we write..
How to choose our fights.
(We lost sight)
(4x)
Yo, wearily I dragged bruised knuckles
wearing Lee jeans and nameplate belt-buckles
Grip a 58 with that same strange conviction
Give a fuck who listens
Long as I'm rippin'
Verses laced wit wisdom
Born of foul conditions
Content wit fire hydrants when we're children
Never guessed at summers end half would be in prison
Past 30 years, thankful that I'm living
Lost sight of heaven when my men slept in caskets
Tap straight to pain that's how my rhymes are crafted
Love my Brown Bastards
Display survival tactics
Actions always louder than vocals amplified
Hopeful that my seeds won't be vilified
There's always iller rhymes
Living in horrid times
Habitat produce youth equipped with iller minds.
Chorus:
We lost sight of how to use these mics
What scripts we write..
How to choose our fights.
(We lost sight)
My soul so worn.
You miss the entity of all I perform.
My mind so torn.
You miss the entity of all I perform.
My skin so scorned.
You miss the entity of all I perform.
Soul worn.
You miss the entity of all I perform.
Mind torn.
You miss the entity of all I perform.
Skin scorned.
You miss the entity of all I perform, Fuck that norm, i
spit on that behavior.
Savor you savior in suits made by tailors.
Folklore of unwound road
Where lies your rose?
Dead long side muse.
Face painted hues
Brushwork tickled my eyes...
I laugh as you lie as do I under sky.
Assume role of the unassuming
His walk so amusing
The stagger is looming.
My truth gets jangled in 'd' minor tuning.
With uncertainty i ink my final thoughts on unlit
blocks
Niggas caught on heron nods
Stil at odds with false gods of archaic age.
Angelic face wretched with pain ignites my flame.
Your mundane daily life amazes me
Such complacency.
Tattered city once brimming with life now sits
abandoned
Some feel these thoughts to random
I hand them their empty heads as main coarse to
DaVinci's Last Supper
As they sit in wonder.
Abundant sun pours over ald steel and bricks
Filling my aching eyes till they split.
I felt my earth shift, contort, and twist.
Lift heavy brow to view what happened to my tiny corner
of dirt.
Worthless soul too old to care
As despair builds thick amongst my people.
From burnt steeples hear distant toll of bells
Ancient tongue swells as one lumbers with prenatal
language.
Manage a coarse throaty mumble to convey how this earth
crumbles.
I tumble, close to where I've been a million times
before
Free to ignore pain which pounds at human temples.
I resemble less of a man and more the dirt I tread on.
To my trampled brethren,
Heaven won't accept you!
Either you or it don't exist.
Consider that a gift
As we walk through that mist filled vally
Vulnerable souls tell tales of ill proportions
Scorching RA soothing moon, soon to dim
My travels at an end, light bends to dark
Jagged crossed sticks manhandled as scripture and art
Picture your Christ as blond and blue eyed,
As mine resides within confines of empty glass bottle.
Robbed of youth i wobble past society and rest my head
on curb of reality,
If only for a nap,
To grasp for that which we lack.
Remain trapped in these three dimensions
Mention I once stepped past, now viewed as insane.
Trained human pets scurry to cubical for food pellets.
Next funeral for those who think, cause thoughts are
relics.
I smell this viscous odor on each face I meet,
Seems humanity reached peak in 20th century.
My jaded eye strains to see through a smoke-filled
room.
Consumed by books which speak of our past
At last begin to piece together our beginnings
With few fleeting seconds till our end,
Quickly cross that bridge you bum,
See what's on the other shore.
It's lure magnetic
In our drunken minds
Poor feeble shell hoping for so much more
Left entranced by ancient dance of emptiness.
Adapt to daylight that breaks over roofs on horizon
Split chest to concrete to clear sinus
Letters curve like true writers
Respect due to Phase2
Bombs grew from angst of knuckled fighters
EFX:
The ones who fell in urban combat
the ones who never cared to adapt
The ones in life who always felt trapped
The ones who made a real impact
The ones who molded exactly where these thought sat.
Verses amplified acoustically through wires
Makes perfect sense in mind with liquored virus
It all makes sense when mind's on liquored virus
Traveled under soil with Osiris
Birth and death of modern world on the Tigris
Why fight this?
Okt nigga why you even mic this?
Most the rest of world don't even like us
Ink flow from pen to raw papyrus
12 straight hours doing work ain't even tired
Tried and hung from sycamore
cause i attempt to play Picasso for the poor
No one wants to hear this lion's roar
No one wants to hear a lion's roar
Attempts on life are insured
With truths i spit on tours
Bourge muthafukas expect us on all fours
Use brute force when i need to underscore
the perfect paragraph always hit block raw
Hits blocks (raw).
chorus:
Endure the everyday, remain tarnished
truth is all tarnished
Corner stoops is all tarnished
Even when it's strength we try to harness
My mental stay tarnished
The way we act on streets is all tarnished
Even when we meek we still tarnished
All the words we speak is mad tarnished
The core of man tarnished
They say at best we tamed savage
this train of thought kept collective souls all
ravished
Raised a weary fist to catch my breath above the gutter
gave away our hope and dignity as not to smother
We still suffer!
Tragedy at times results in stutter
Stability off kilter
Resist within oppression
the struggle is our weapon
Perhaps this is the blessing
Existence as the lesson.
EFX:
Ink flow from pen to raw papyrus
12 straight hours doing work ain't even tired
Tried and hung from sycamore
cause i attempt to play Picasso for the poor
No one wants to hear this lion's roar
No one wants to hear a lion's roar
Attempts on life are insured
With truths i spit on tours
Bourge muthafukas expect us on all fours
No need to mention where we is or where we at
Instead i reminisce on all my peoples that we lost
Black
The ones who molded exactly where these thought sat
The ones who taught me how to act
The ones who fell in urban combat
the ones who never cared to adapt
The ones in life who always felt trapped
The ones who made a real impact
The ones who had the qualities your average man lacks
Commit their memories to wax
In fact commit their very tarnished essence to the core
of (this track).
chorus:
Endure the everyday, remain tarnished
truth is all tarnished
Corner stoops is all tarnished
Even when it's strength we try to harness
My mental stay tarnished
The way we act on streets is all tarnished
Even when we meek we still tarnished
All the words we speak is mad tarnished
The core of man tarnished
Endure the everyday, remain tarnished
truth is all tarnished
Corner stoops is all tarnished
Even when it's strength we try to harness
My mental stay tarnished
The way we act on streets is all tarnished
Even when we meek we still tarnished
All the words we speak is mad tarnished
Evolve from high bred intellectuals who slept on park
bench
Topple you off pedestal,
Thrive at any level.
Find it hard to settle
Traverse habitat that tests a man's meddle.
Fist grip the neck of devils.
Barely time to revel.
They fencing off the ghettos.
Most heads I know never even seen a meadow.
Son of concrete given birth and death on same street.
We got no time to weep.
And what the steel don't dead, rots away with disease.
Gettin' carried by six is our only release.
Time has come to pull sword from sheath,
Raise the meek...
I love these beats!
See shifty eyes like they never held heat.
walk 50 miles, and we never retreat.
Re-read every scroll cause I barely do sleep.
Hope to reach my apex like Kerouac at his peak!
Chorus:
Best you don't speak, just listen
Bound to choke the life out your chest like these mics
that I'm grippin'
20/20 through eyes with ambition.
Here to redefine the street diction.
(2x)
Vent frustration over underground airwaves.
displayed traits that convey my conviction.
Fall between the cracks of this system
Systematically act erratic to emphasize position
Post-apocolyptic landscape creates vivid image
struggle ain't made for the timid.
In these Bricks one mistake leave you rigid
Ain't here for the gimmicks
Hip-Hop is how you live it.
Check the verbal rhythm.
Reduced to head nods when you feel'em
The fortunate connect, the rest get the serum.
Poisonous ideas infect like snakes venom
Vernacular adapts to express what's in them.
Masses organized once again pose threat
"Chickens home to roost" is what a wise man said.
Since he spit truth they made sure he bled.
It's been much too long that we been misled.
Chorus:
Best you don't speak, just listen
Bound to choke the life out your chest like these mics
that I'm grippin'
20/20 through eyes with ambition.
Here to redefine the street diction.
(4x)
Mad respect to all the deadverse massive...
Labtek, Komplx, Dev-one,Oddateee, Mo' Rican, B4L,
General Marz-Z, Mahewal, Diggs, Free, Skalla, Big Moe,
DLEMMA, Rabs Ricanatti, Hip, My brother Big G,
Subtitle, DJ Rek, DJ Motiv, the Bug holding down
Corner blocks unlocked
Mysteries they not
Men and women shed tears when our peoples get shot
Multiply fears turns person to flock
Gospel don't read to let no man walk
Water stays wet and less we forget
Inept failures of corrupt government
Child wonders where and why her mother went
Whole communities not fed
Declared Marshal Law instead
Derailed all progress
Inaction of congress costs lives
Tide rise
Tore through Leadbelly's levy
A saturated heart stays heavy
Can't help but wonder if my masses stand ready
Revolutions cost lives
But an idle mind's deadly.
Barefoot exodus
Where's that plateau?
Thrown to wolves by our own
Can't trust a single soul
Should have known
Carcass lays prone in stagnant waters
Epitaphs have no authors
Patient paupers
My nation of martyrs
Turned mourners
We all lead to slaughter
Last breath on street (corner)
Surmise ill situations devised to kill neighbors
Separated families back when they enslaved us
Made refugees of taxpayers
Truth's layered
Lies burn like paper
our soul's bare
Yo i need my peoples
(We right here!)
Got to fight tanks with fists son
(We don't care!)
Barefoot exodus
Where's that plateau?
Thrown to wolves by our own
Can't trust a single soul
Should have known
Carcass lays prone in stagnant waters
Epitaphs have no authors
Patient paupers
My nation of martyrs
Turned mourners
We all lead to slaughter
Last breath on street corner
Coroners crept in same corridors
Fear of death left once you slept with the poor
Mathematics once taught to men by the Moors
Lost to Spanish eyes viewing Mayans as whores
Corps of Engineers slice throat of 9 wards
Suggest you hold breath for 9 more
Divine swords chop neck of the wicked
Wounds self inflicted
Felt the Earth's plates shifting
Cracks in foundations of system
Watch the sunrise from a distance
Who you pray to, my god the black god?
Who you pray to, my god the brown god?
Who you pray to, my god the white god?
Your reaction's kind of odd for a kid who loves to nod.
I wear skin like jesus
Sick of bullshit preachers
Concerned with aborted fetus
But don't give a fuck who feeds us.
Speech so tedious,
If abraham freed us,
Why there still abner louima's?
Been slaves since days of julius caesar
Man's need to dominate overshadows need to breath
Pray to your pagan gods while your twisting all those
trees
Scraped knees don't prove what you believe
Your blind faith passed to your seeds,
Killed our garden type weeds,
Turn around and blame it on eve.
While you blame me for blemishing our family tree
I'll uproot all of humanity.
Who you pray to, my god the black god?
Who you pray to, my god the brown god?
Who you pray to, my god the white god?
Your reaction's kind of odd for a kid who loves to nod.
Sick of true blasphemy,
Religion pure alchemy
And gold lines no lead streets
Blessed are the meek who reek in honesty
True green lie in botany,
They're hawking me from high atop the food chain
Deciding who to blame for each and every heartless act
Weight of elements exact
I retain no tact and spit the pure fact
Mixed with blood from split tongue
Collapsed lung only help to breath diseased atmosphere
Expect me to adhere to your bullshit code of silence
Speak till dawn of violence
They say no man's an island...
I’ve watched the youth,
These kids is wildin'
Who you pray to, my god the black god?
Who you pray to, my god the brown god?
Who you pray to, my god the white god?
False facades grin upon my last smile
Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
False facades grin upon my last smile
Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
False facades grin upon my last smile
Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
False facades grin upon my last smile
Spit concrete bile...
Essence erodes into mess you believed to be real
Listen to Hendrix played backwards on reel to reel
This world lost its feel when art lost its grasp
Should have paid attention in class kid
Fed off tit of deceased and still a bastard
Asked for it all and received a swift nil
Built on the ashes you burned,
Placed in urns
Along with the lessons i've learned
Amount to paradox
I am where you were
Before you was my victim
Breath Clorox while I rock social unconscious like
Shirley Chism.
False facades grin upon my last smile
Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
False facades grin upon my last smile
Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
False facades grin upon my last smile
Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
False facades grin upon my last smile
Spit concrete bile...
Lost my rhythm within context of diseased cortex
Search for more sex and violence
Was met with ill silence
Childhood idols fell hard like third world tyrants
Reviving center core
Who these you adore?
Lost in urban lore.
Cleanse perception's doors
Respect that film noir
Existence?
I enter/exit poor.
False facades grin upon my last smile
Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
False facades grin upon my last smile
Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
False facades grin upon my last smile
Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child
False facades grin upon my last smile
Spit concrete bile...
Voyeur's voyage considers six the blessed
Minus 55 in thousands
Two scream for fiction as they laughing
33rd degree, new continents we mapping
Ask what happened as I bleed my vocal orifice
We breath too much nonsense,
I tremble at the thought of what I've become
That sorry proud image in puddles leaves me crying
rivers
These tender words are muted by the stench of life
Long before they could ever reach your ears.
You relate to mere echoes of what never stops but in my
mind.
Entrails of truth left to scatter at the feet of
humanity.
Plain sight leaves sour taste in this parched mouth.
Remain stricken with doubt
As I exchange pounds with those who remind me what I
And confine me to chains with my blood.
I wonder if I will ever shed this feeling
Worn grotesque physical whose voice provokes
wonderment.
Smooth violet light briefly eases the hardened sounds
from belly of mechanical beast
And then itself is extinguished.
As will be my voice I suppose.
From this silence arose a wail of freedom through
violence.
Am I permitted to vent thoughts recited a million times
before?
Fluid drenched I eavesdrop onto Middle America
Same concerns as my youthful blood
And yet I have to sit alone.
The odd loud screech which may have startled a few from
this middle poor Americana dream.
The rest only to sleep.
My speech the soundtrack to their nightmares.
Moonlight, once again
Burns my image, once again
A million times, into a million minds,
Through crust caked eyes
Who only pray to die...
Once again.
There is no remedy to my sickness.
Vivid view of nothing that was ever here.
Witness the subtle shifting of troubled souls towards a
new mark in this wet sand.
Enjoy the bland mundane circumstance that led us to
this staring match.
Breathe deep within my own collapse.
Krylon text read off walls at sacred bench
Street lights lit burnt out apartments
The grip of microphone defines the heartless
A swig of Ol' gold and an L to spark this.
Reminisce to the days of backspins
Before the role of MC's reserved for acting.
When my real grimy niggas came two fists blastin'
Before the teardrops we felt the laughter
Halos can't help but shatter.
Pure pain always comes after
My culture does matter.
Perfect picture, precisely right mixture
Bred in Five Burroughs, an East Coast signature.
Subterranean verses emerging in mass quantities
Mass produced on cassette and LP
But sales weren't the mark of the illest MC
Creates and Tech 12's were tools that blessed me.
Beneath this asphalt, below the concrete
We bred in basements where only real men speak.
Seek Redemption in each sentence
(paragraphs relentless)
Verses flow endless
(violence stays senseless)
Change written script on torn page.
(Its all the same)
Assaults we wage became vague.
Seek Redemption in each sentence
(paragraphs relentless)
Verses flow endless
(violence stays senseless)
Change written script on torn page.
(Its all the same)
Assaults we wage became vague.
Train of thought thrown askew
As i moved subdued through corridors
Known to fellow orators
Fuck an encore, settled scores before the bridge
Rigid temperament won't allow me to forgive
Morbid fascination with our soot and ash
At long last prepared to play phoenix.
Poverty ingrained so my peoples always feel it.
Scenic qualities were framed in Flashed Message
Remain restless
Youth immersed in essence
of culture still fledgling
Force fed feeble lies to point of indigestion.
Consult wise men on life's questions
No time for second guessing
Seconds passed to form decades
Pause mixed on blank cassette tapes
Backspun on wax we learned to crossfade
Wrists quick from trips we threw in dice games
As life changed i maintained a razored mental
Reduced to stencil
Life which once resembled renaissance
Becomes fraud when taken from hands of true gods.
Taken from hands of true gods (x4)
Seek Redemption in each sentence
(paragraphs relentless)
Verses flow endless
(violence stays senseless)
Change written script on torn page.
(Its all the same)
Assaults we wage became vague.
Seek Redemption in each sentence
(paragraphs relentless)
Verses flow endless
(violence stays senseless)
Change written script on torn page.
(Its all the same)
Assaults we wage became vague.
Blasphemous breath remains accurate
Context of text lost its core concepts
Who speaks our truth?
Convicts or prophets?
Must maintain logic
Who murdered Gnostics?
Fevered mind's slip
Vision off axis
Knowledge kept backwards
Through iris refracted
Light formed of darkness
Sacrifice offered
Throat slit on author
For teaching these paupers
Falsehoods fostered force us to react
Blind faith forms fanatical combat
Speech figured deep as the learned adapt
Papal armies poised for attack, well in fact...
Your precious books written by hands of human
This Christian Jihad will bleed the poor man
Beliefs and ideas can't stand congruent
Morality myths kept the common mind ruined.
Opiate masses
Knowledge kept backwards
Religion organized gave rise to ill factors:
Genocide from Genesis to last chapter
Concealed the fact the man Jesus was Black(er)
Manipulated mental
Misguided myths
You pray to crossed sticks and nails through each wrist
Discard that true gift
Truth still elusive
Illusions used to strip strength from last human
Past omen's looming
Awake the dead
Misread basic meaning, best left unsaid
What sanity?
Sift though soul hold to thread
Did missionaries wield swords or break bread?
Your holy books only increase bloodshed
Those holy books only increase bloodshed
From first moments they moved to subdue populous
Pagan beliefs interweave to form doctrine
Ironic when you speak of heresy
These priests can't even see their own diseased
fraternity
So fuck that sour wine and stale wafer
Your pale portrait of a hippie could never be my
savior.
Opiate masses
Knowledge kept backwards
Religion organized gave rise to ill factors:
Genocide from Genesis to last chapter
Concealed the fact the man Jesus was Black(er)
The role of religion in the domination and the
destruction
Of African civilization,
Is so shameful...
No matter how you look at it, the picture is negative
Because all of them did more harm than good
All of them made their God.... Ungodly.
Opiate masses
Knowledge kept backwards
Religion organized gave rise to ill factors:
Genocide from Genesis to last chapter
Rely on same information but my ears don't bleed
Wait for flood waters to recede before we stampede
Live by assassin's creed transposed to soul of MC
Hands fold and bend knees,
Actions seem empty, hollow gesture, remain secular
Speculation of demise tries my patience
Like Whiteboys in Bucktown concerned with race
relations
People just swoll' wit all that rent you raisin'
Been 10 years since I spoke of .44 casings
The way time evaporates is just amazing.
Await a new dawn son, but without childish eyes
Expect reality so perhaps we won't shine
Rub away the grit we still covered in grime
Just past my 3rd deck, I'm hittin' my stride
If it's true what Nas said then we here to revive
What I spit is HipHop, not yours to decide.
While you're writting your blog, I'm straight chillin'
outside
What you see as crime, Just a means to survive
What you read up in books, I learn from crooks that
confide
Original thought is one not derived
Idea of being real is you don't run and hide
Know your role when you speak
I'm the Griot and the Scribe.
Chorus:
Boom-bap gave me life gave me breath (No Question!)
Spit verse after verse to kill stress (No Question!)
Hip-Hop at the core of this chest (No Question!)
It's in how we dressin' In every sentence.
(2x)
No Time to reminisce, would rather resurrect respect
for this artform we bless
We viewed as useless, wicked concept I refuse to
accept.
Lies used to keep us in check and separate, succumb to
intellect of this learned vagrant.
Make direct statements reflect your own hatred
Little held sacred, life took as payment.
I break it down for the laymen.
It's the same dream we chasing, same breath we wasting.
We tend to lock horns but son we all poor
A Black President don't ensure the sun shine.
A rich President represent his own kind.
As it stand now, the blind lead the blind
Deconstruct what you fed, formulate, redefine.
It's our nature to resist, to confront, redesign, be it
beats of these rhymes.
Chorus:
Boom-bap gave me life gave me breath (No Question!)
Spit verse after verse to kill stress (No Question!)
Hip-Hop at the core of this chest (No Question!)
It's in how we dressin' In every sentence.
(2x)
(Cuts)
Chorus:
Boom-bap gave me life gave me breath (No Question!)
Spit verse after verse to kill stress (No Question!)
Hip-Hop at the core of this chest (No Question!)
It's in how we dressin' In every sentence.
I felt that isolated stare from a million pairs of eyes
Burnt this feeling into retina used as rhythmic device
Devise an ill supply unrefined imagery
Can express captured hatred quite vividly
Won't resort to use of single simile
(Your) actions simply savage to a god's symmetry
You lack civility
descend from men of caves
While we gave the gift of cities
My people's architects
Your actions parasitic
When it comes to artforms get it straight son we live
If this was '85 i'd be telling you yall bit it
i'll play eternal cynic
The tongues i speak intrinsic
Linguistics lodged in larynx made the words you spit
transparent
Tales known to Two divided lives collide at Varick
Reformed in form of lyrics
A page of hieroglyphics
Marks mathematics of a people's true existence
When force exceeds resistance
It's our core that loses vision.
Restored glory just to be reduced to rubble
Dismantled culture's last gasp is never subtle
Common psyche troubled
Infants drown in puddles
Shallow answers sabotage attempts at weak rebuttal
You'd miss my essence even if you wrote this verse
verbatim
Deranged sense of rhythm gives this griot endless
patience
Obtained ancient manuscript said to hold salvation
It read "your quest for fairy tales will lead to more
frustration."
Formulated thought now condensed to pure equation
In midst of struggle
No movement's subtle
Rely on skilled verbals since none stand eternal
Learned men lose gnosis
Life taken in small doses only lasts equivalent
Attempts discordant
Irreverent exploits resonate blatant
At core, every last statement is ancient
Adjacent actions lack passion
Those easily distracted attract wrath of real factions
Granted breath, so there's your precious gift
Your half-assed attempts landed you in ill predicaments
Indicative of lost wisdom, gained fear
Affected speech and handshakes insincere
Seen through that fraudulent folklore
Frail orators narrate own demise with reverb drenched
rhymes
As uncivilized eyes focus on torn moral fabric
Deaf ears fall tuned to static
Like suicide my whisper is tragic
Emphatic applause at minor loss left none to rest on
Sabbath.
You take sword and I'll take mic
Words spark revolution at man's twilight
Words granite
Mic flow erratic
These lyrics from gutter Bricks
Lift mist from mind's stagnant
Severed windpipes often cause empires to fall
Calm as angel they'd announce heir to bludgeoned throne
Violent seeds constantly resown
Arsenic laced climate awaits spark to implode
Floodlights shone into tired eyes since youth
Poems honed now retaliate with truth
I seen gods lose honor with each word they chose
Diluted prose formed phrase in three notes
Concealed hope only provokes primal act of called
savage
While they sold postcards of hangings
Acts of your Forefathers damning
Got nerve to call darker damaged
When pale skin brought anguish
Made every gun that we brandish
Stole history, culture, music, and all language
Sense panic when brown skin dare speak of sins that all
happened
Mad we ain't dancing???
Minimal advancement won't make me passive
Lucid lyricist disciplined like assassin.
You take sword and I'll take mic
Words spark revolution at man's twilight
Words granite
Mic flow erratic
These lyrics from gutter Bricks
I miss the burning of my flesh.
Content in simple earthly pleasures
Meaning only in breath you censor.
Walk amongst the blessed,
Digress into false posture to assume role of coal-
walker.
I seek my lost muse...
What must she feel right this instant?
Does my name even bring about vague distant memories?
Blurry bloodshot eyes scan a familiar candle lit room
I am consumed by these questions all too often upon my
sad weary tongue.
Perhaps she will visit me
Here again someday
Only to find I am not the one she remembers
If she even remembers.
Black smoke rises to a heaven i do not know.
Slowly gaze to take in our sorrow.
Why question a life only borrowed?
I am surprised by my lack of resolve.
I thought I could be pure.
I thought I could endure winding lonesome road which
still lies ahead.
I sit with hands upon chin in disbelief
Grieve the passing of my content.
I breath contempt for my surroundings.
Without consent grasp the hand of what man might be
passing.
Do you hold the book housing answers?
Straight faced with laughter
Only comprehends my plight after.
Son I must have burnt that chapter.
I only want to recapture what was once mine.
Nothing is yours.
Shall I be lured upon same crossroads as Robert
Johnson?
Only if you believe in myth.
Black smoke rises to a heaven i do not know.
Slowly gaze to take in our sorrow.
Why question a life only borrowed?
I miss that burning of your flesh.
I thought you once to be pure
How could we endure simple earthly pleasures when your
own soul you censor?
I lost all truth as I tread that winding road
What I feel eternal is the bliss of my quiet grief.
I am but a distant memory.
The candle of thought long has been extinguished.
No man has no answer.
Let me rest this sad weary tongue.
My only true possession.
Black smoke rises to a heaven i do not know.
Slowly gaze to take in our sorrow.
Misunderstood, misguided maniac,
Lacking social skills and will to fit your mold.
I told your kind before not to expect the world
From I who hates the world,
I'll burn your flag unfurled.
Propel my anger past rage,
What you thought was phase is the air to my everyday
I raise a fist against your rusty cannons
Abandon my every shred of decency
Devise plan to topple politician in vicinity
Your ideas of liberty, archaic
You took freedom and enslaved it.
I don't portray the role of revolutionary,
Just slice the jugular of society on a Tuesday
While crews play cypher-cypher-freestyle
I listen to Miles with inverted smile inking scrolls in
exile.
Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks
You pose no threat
Behind the ears you still wet
Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes,
Pitbulls as pets, and bootleg mix cassettes.
Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks
As my mind grew you slept.
Expect no friend from this form I took
You mistook me as one of your own
I bleed words of the griot onto poems
Lonely wanderer,
There's no honor amongst thieves,
There's more than amongst Mc's
Who needs enemies with friends like these
Quick to deaden pulse for that Maltese mic
Beware the Cannanites performing pagan rites
At twilight as last of the embers glow bright
One can see the looseness where things were once tight.
I prefer reciting prose over compositions by Riech.
Recite....
They impolite.....
Neophytes.....
So trite.
Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks
You pose no threat
Behind the ears you still wet
Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes,
Pitbulls as pets, and bootleg mix cassettes.
Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks
You pose no threat
Behind the ears you still wet
Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes,
Pitbulls as pets, and bootleg mix cassettes.
Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks
You pose no threat
Behind the ears you still wet
Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes,
Pitbulls as pets, and bootleg mix cassettes
I vent my anger on all angles
Would strangle angels if they'd let me.
Suspect entire populous in attempts to suppress me
Left empty when all I trusted rusted thin...
Able to see true layers,
Undefined tongue I spoke to familiar strangers, now
seems even stranger
Cradled that blue baby in his manger until I grew too
weak to utter lies
Stomach filled with roaches not butterflies
I sever ties with all of you who despise me.
Chorus:
Gutter tactics backed with mathematics
Acts to cause havoc
Words weave with static
Streets tattered
Preachers turned addicts
Knowledge subtracted
Equation is Tragic
(2x)
I've had it with these half-assed kids, they ain't
ready son
They talk all that shit, they already done.
You ask who I is? One in a million.
Intellect bred on Bricks that your feet is on
Bet your breath that your text bounce off chest like
teflon,
That's my word god!
Misspeak, catch a left from this southpaw.
Bleed histories of Mayan Kings and outlaws.
Out-thought master strategists with quicker wit.
Go toe-to-toe with the illest pugilist
Chose to rip microphones
Deliver iller diatribe
I'd dissect KRS to ensure we survive
Times desperate, culture infested.
Can't rock original style with a template
Memories cemented of where I first felt this
Soul set to rest on C-ment
Seen as deviant
Designed as militant
Blinded by my sun only see our silhouette
Attack on all fronts.
Chorus:
Gutter tactics backed with mathematics
Acts to cause havoc
Words weave with static
Streets tattered
Preachers turned addicts
Knowledge subtracted
Equation is Tragic
(2x)
I've had it with these half-assed kids, Only concerned
with material
Inferior insight, rhymes superficial.
Serial mental produce paragraphs for instrumentals
Now isn't that simple?
Lyrics aimed at temple
Now who do I resemble?
At window holding rifle...
Attempts to stifle,
Thwarted with assorted left and right fists.
Only know to resist, as these situations shift
Politicians lose grip on the multitudes and masses
Explanations get graphic
Ghastly acts occur regular
They feed off the jugular
Jungle warfare turned urban combat
Conversations tapped, operations turned black.
too late to turn back
Survival is how well we adapt to change in habitat
The intelligence they lack
Are the concepts we grasp
Pains of our past etched in man's fiber
History transcribed by hands of these liars.
Chorus:
Gutter tactics backed with mathematics
Acts to cause havoc
Words weave with static
Streets tattered
Preachers turned addicts
Knowledge subtracted
Equation is Tragic
Basic blocks to breath topple under bare bleeding feet
Wince at stabbing pain in left lobe as mighty sword's
unsheathed
Source of all life lies in East, the source of all life
lies in East.
Feel the rumble of them bombed trains, third railed
from beneath
I walk with tattered scrolls on these ill lonely
streets
Babble last true tongue, could give a fuck where you
from
Travel torn path, swung as pendulum
Now my thread of life's come undone
Remember back when Uzi's weighed a ton?
Now ever kid's got one.
Dipped in platinum bathed in aggression
Succumb to last temptation
Lost all my patience
Peace to last bastion:
Afrika... Zulu nation.
Lyrics laced with oils from inner works of mental
reservoir
The world in ill discord
Pray to ancient ancestors
Pray to ancient ancestors.
Remember days of cardboard, fat lace, and krylon?
Microphones and twelves, tools we all relied on
Niggas dropped a verse, the thought was one to die on
I remember hip hop, that's my Mt. Zion.
Bygones be bygones so many souls wore thin
My world lies in famine, I wander with kinsmen
Through dismal slums of ignorance
Wash my hands in pool of absolution
Keep warm with torn blanket of revolution
Quite useless shut one's eyes once realized
You glide through this darkness
Embark upon this, solom crusade to save the only gift
our God gave
The curse is manmade, designed to turn blessed to
slaves
Forgave the weak minded two weeks into journey
Again travel untraveled road on scrapped knee
Broke bread with those bums who taught speech
In attempt to reach nirvana
Ye of poor karma,
None calmer in old age, young sage turn page on brittle
text
There's no time left
What must I stress?
Demons colorless, infest our own earth
Immersed in tainted dirt
Could never quite quench my own thirst for ancient
drums
There lies a language in the noise and the hum
Prepare for martyrdom, prepare for martyrdom
I speak that ancient tongue
There lies a language in (the noise and the hum)
Remember days of cardboard, fat lace, and krylon?
Microphones and twelves, tools we all relied on
Niggas dropped a verse, the thought was one to die on
I remember hip hop, that's my Mt. Zion.
Lost equilibrium, wish I fell to '85
Verbal vagabond blessed for being blind
Etched my paradigm in Sanskrit at age nine
So why these kids swear to God I'm unrefined?
Still swig from sacred liquid language
Poor as fuck but seem to manage
Non average urban savage
You living lavish when this world is pure survival
Best you hide in the corners of your mind for sitting
idle
Breathing air is vital,
You pray to false idols
No feelings in recitals when you only search for titles
Feel so suicidal, but couldn't give you joy.
In midst of such madness I grasped that elusive real.
You believe to know those surrounding your visual.
So typical of life to slap me to humiliate.
Left irate I rely only on my hidden traits to stay the
tide.
All is mine to lose in my mind although I have already
lost all.
I am appalled by these very friendly sights.
I remain polite in proper society.
They view me as the sewer.
My yesterdays don't matter now, they're gone.
Your careless expression left my wrists torn.
Yesterdays don't matter now, you're gone
Shattered glass of empty bottles cut my palms.
Saturated thoughts of you weigh so heavy
On a mind so weary.
Always thought we'd have plenty.
Never thought I'd be here now,
Without she who breaths for me.
I gasp for that life.
Oh, to lay my head mongst your curves!
Oh, to speak those words.
I stare from broken window
Eye's fixed upon your symbol.
I suppose all things do pass
Wrist grazing glass,
White light at last gathers at feet caked in earth.
My movements submerged by thickness in words.
Laid my head mongst your curves
Grown too old for your tones of voice to scold
Attempt evils untold
I'll fold when you laugh again.
I'll smile when I'm dead.
My yesterdays don't matter now, they're gone.
Your careless expression left my wrists torn.
Yesterdays don't matter now, you're gone
Shattered glass of empty bottles cut my palms.
Does that keep you content?
My blood flows a velvet red
Into that familiar stream of tears
With passion I spit upon that empty face.
Were you disgraced when I broke your sacred circle?
I must admit I was afraid this ugly world would hurt
As you hurt me.
Crossed paths to speak but for an instant.
Now gone without one single trace.
What is it about my vocal pattern which leaves me
speaking to self?
Ugly blood pours from warm heartfelt vase...
Flowers scattered on a cold stone floor...
Connect nevermore.
I am torn by my lack of emotions and plentitude of
tears.
Catalyst heart hurts none, yet weeps
Am I dead lord?
Am I truly dead?
My yesterdays don't matter now, they're gone.
Your careless expression left my wrists torn.
Yesterdays don't matter now, you're gone
Shattered glass of empty bottles cut my palms.
What happened to the times we spent dreaming of days to
come?
So invincible then,
Before these days i learned to bleed
On my knees i prayed for us.
As what we were slipped between my fingers.
Those memories still linger.
Anger permeates....
Its not our idiosyncrasies that leave us ill.
I wish to build yet it seems all i touch dies.
Endless drone of sighs to convince this world we exist.
Loveless bliss.
Content just to be spent at nights end.
Fish for your reasons in the sea of ignorance.
As if in trance, succumb to an ageless waltz of
thought.
Why were we brought together only to fall apart?
My yesterdays don't matter now, they're gone.
Your careless expression left my wrists torn.
Yesterdays don't matter now, you're gone
Shattered glass of empty bottles cut my palms.
I gaze upon you one final time.
I only gaze to truly know what was once mine.
I toast with final swig of liquid life.
Lay my head mongst familiar curves
I sense this social order in decline
Our people's been assassinated by our own blind
Balance bullets off last vertebrae
Yo gunshots and lyrics if well aimed will reverberate
There's no escape
Your false Jesus promised lies
I'm... serenaded by sincere tears often
The honest only work to afford wooden coffins
Done talking cause it's speech that allows for deceit
This dalek I speak is forever bred in basements
Complacent eyes are the only witness to my changes
Abrasive words slurred with obtuse thought
Caught by the few who do watch
But lost on these blocks.
Breath below gravel
Eyes to form shadows
Despair always ample
Structure's unraveled
Breath below gravel
Eyes to form shadows
Head's nod
But we still living shackled
Ample time to sleep once this vein's collapse
Clasp hands in vain attempt to prey upon victims
Asked for incisions to sever chest from mind
Designed from remnants of nightmares broke in sections
Blessings can't save designated slaves
Only answer that remains to subvert whole system
All systems fail
But it's patience that has failed
As our patriarchy's jailed to provide veiled income
None listen I speak with pierced larynx
Addicts move in slow increments within granite
Hands bound and damaged are weapons we brandish
Deemed savage by masses
When this anger's just average.
Breath below gravel
Eyes to form shadows
Despair always ample
Structure's unraveled
Breath below gravel
Eyes to form shadows
Head's nod
But we still living shackled
That pathetic premise of freedom is false
Futility of earthly flesh answers death's solemn call
Within these very words lie my ancestral tongue
I kept breath within collapsed left lung
As I witnessed modern tower of Babel come undone
These bloodshot eyes surmise that most meaning is lost.
Lost paradise rots
Vacant lots breed riots
Few men defiant as we tread 'mongst giants
Filthy air of liar fills lung of young lions
Pierced flesh of Mayan bleeds words on papyrus
Desires blurred in tortured minds of the pious
None stand as righteous when judged through this iris
Skin marked by man's iron
Weighted souls wake when well tired
The unsuspected conspire
Brunt smoke from pyre fills night's sky
Should we attempt to walk on water since we all
crucified?
These questions denied
Answers just lies
Sanctify history from hands of blind scribes.
Breath below gravel
Eyes to form shadows
Despair always ample
Structure's unraveled
Breath below gravel
Eyes to form shadows
Head's nod
Terrain disfigured
Pressure temple, tempt to tap trigger
Must contend with this diseased mind and drown liver
Cradle soul eternal type land of two rivers
Considered quite embittered by whole corrupt system
Bled fist in attempt when words weren't heard
Never one to feel blessed beliefs are all blurred
Breath in nocturne
Tone ever somber
Must be meant to wander
Woeful soul won't get conquered
Days none the calmer
No wealth to squander
My lower class stronger
Can't suppress anger
People can't handle
Speak Eastern timbre
Tongue fall like hammer
On those who slander.
Success lasts for seconds
Our future's forsaken
(never found reason)
Blatant lies of Bourgeois
(never found meaning)
Seeps into vacant
(Found hatred and despair in breathing)
Eyes out of focus
Only see what they told us
World of weight's on our shoulders
Asymmetric hatred only feeds apathetic
Volatile vocals turned thoughts kinetic
Never knew your happiness could just be injected
Belt to clenched jaw teeth hurt all infected
Childhood resurrected
With no mention
We never add time just subtract from life sentence
Why divide God in three sections?
Some find Him uncut in glass vile son, no difference
Frail existence, veiled world depicted
By those still addicted to deities received intravenous
Believers remove pure diction in attempts to deceive us
The last of tacticians
Acts of contrition lost in translation
People lose patience
With words that sound vacant
Atrocities blatant by hands of forsaken
The fortunate find core essence awakened.
Success lasts for seconds
Our future's forsaken
(never found reason)
Blatant lies of Bourgeois
(never found meaning)
Seeps into vacant
(Found hatred and despair in breathing)
Eyes out of focus
Only see what they told us
Broke stride as last of men realized their deep deceit.
This troubling advance of half-assed crews crowd these
streets.
Never mind of who I am, son, just listen when I speak
Broken paragraphs hold wrath of a hundred million deep.
Bleak circumstance led masses to only want to dance
A bastard child of Reaganomics posed in a B-Boy stance
Make our leaders play minstrel, Left with none to lead
our people.
How the fuck am I gonna shake your hand, when we never
been seen as equals?
Deemed evil by those housed in church steeples.
False prophets read backwards from broken tablets to
the feeble,
I seen you!
Regurgitate their lies.
I'll bide my time with scrolls and ancient's wine.
Heady brew left mark on this hazy scribe.
If stars align I suppose even the blind will see,
How they stole our last voice, corrupted culture into
industry.
Few minutes remain,
A tame soul wanders wild when it dreams.
Mine are filled with ill visions of soot and dope
fiends.
These slit wrists won't rest till I spill these last
drops.
Tarnished skin only sin when I awoke on sidewalk.
Seen your movements through peripheral
Remain same individual.
When a man's viewed as criminal to act animal is
logical.
Audible tones honed to hold substance
Form sentence
Poor reluctant poet, speak prose
Refuse to beg repentance
Reluctant poet speak prose
Incite our peoples
We got raked through those coals
Once the truth was divulged.
Conscience calls thoughts subliminal
Actions all cyclical
Deplorable descendants of men depressed clinical.
Answers seem visible when visionless
Useless souls fold under pressure like hands pray to
false Jesus.
Inadequate adversaries advance awkwardly.
Anger expressed outwardly
Causes ranks to break amongst these frail MC's.
Your fictional tales told with conviction.
Concise concepts once written enter bloodstream
since this inks been forbidden.
Distorted poet, speak prose
Incite our peoples
We got raked over coals
But the truth's still untold.
Meaning lost to these zealots
Prefer bullets to ballots
Watch the rich sip from chalice
As these eyes fill with malice
Peasant hands remain callous
as our days retain darkness
I swallow razor blades to keep my vocal cords
sharpened.
Morbid mixture of mistrust and anger paints picture.
Perception now blurred words slurred to form scripture.
These sullen souls misinformed
Storm gates of stronghold
Strange fate that I chose
Morbid poet speak prose.
Tattered voices arose
Red Blood written on scroll
Escapes throat an ill flow
For my violence atoned.
Modest thoughts monotone
Infant MC's play grown
Found them hung in hallways
Truth stay intangible, they treat us like animals
Don't expect progress, the movement's all lateral.
Upward climb result in heinous crime.
Talkin' Tulsa '21, May 31
Burnt Black Wall Street behind some pale sheets
Shit is weak
Historically, Events remain cyclical
Stories so typical the tears run dry.
Sip the Iron Wine as poetic device.
Quick to link thought like when tape get spliced
What I call a good time?
My hood and three dice.
Ol' Gold got this kid real nice.
I'm a atypical stereotype.
Ol' Gold got this kid real nice.
I'm a atypical stereotype.
Chorus:
Truth stay intangible, they treat us like animals
(4x)
They got enamored with the glamour, lost sight of our
plight.
Doesn't take proper grammar to be able to write.
Harsh truth always heard between the lines I recite.
Change the world and I'll change my gripes.
Change the world and I'll change my gripes.
Sip the Iron wine at such great heights I ain't
conscious.
Speak for the paupers, griots, and the authors.
Chorus:
Truth stay intangible, they treat us like animals
(2x)
They got enamored with the glamour, lost sight of our
plight.
Doesn't take proper grammar to be able to write.
Harsh truth always heard
Truth stay intangible, they treat us like animals
(2x)
Change the world and I'll change my gripes.
Change the world and I'll change my gripes.
Truth stay intangible, they treat us like animals
(1x)
Sip the Iron wine at such great heights I ain't
conscious.
Speak for the paupers, griots, and the authors.
Truth stay intangible, they treat us like animals
(2x)
Sip the Iron wine at such great heights I ain't
conscious.
Speak for the paupers, griots, and the authors.
Truth stay intangible, they treat us like animals
(2x)
Sip the Iron wine at such great heights I ain't
conscious.
Speak for the paupers, griots, and the authors.
Diseased try to lead? They lost us.
Truth stay intangible, they treat us like animals
Adverse effect affect the 10that might listen
Welcome to the 21st neo-inquisition
Bite your tongue hold you thoughts close to vest
Better yet look for stars that they stitch reading
"projects"
Ironic, we never see ourselves as next prey
What, now we equals cause we have a King's holiday?
Coming storm here to stay
They turned the noon sky heron gray
Africans into slaves
Say we free
But if we speak like Malcolm X then they assassinate
Fate of men on corporate memos
Halos reserved for those who keep status quo
Carry big stick but speak in low tones.
Truth festers under scab of lies
We the permanent underclass don't act surprised.
Denied access to true wealth
We may have felt the death blow
Again they stole our vocal chords and sold them to the
devil
We use to raise our fists now our leadership just
settles
Eyes off the ghettos
Keep watching those space shuttles
In midst of this madness it's madmen that win
Even when we vote the opposite it all reverts to Reagan
Silly Christian pagans
Still clutching myths dated back to ancient Babylon
That might unravel dawn
Misconstrued world view used to assault the misinformed
kings
That move and act like pawns
Artist's conform and play minstrel
Police State treats our young as criminals
Why pray to Roman death symbols?
Truth festers under scab of lies
We the permanent underclass don't act surprised.
Inner City streets still reek of our inner turmoil
Killing melanined equates to X amount of oil
They're telling tall tales to keep our eyes on foreign
soil
Hearing truth from poor lips makes their blue blood
boil
Play foil to false patriots
Remind youth of '67's race riots
When they learned to keep us quiet
Consumers consuming
Products we are now neither making or using
It only gets more confusing
30of armed troops minorities
Casualties directly impact Black and Latin families
If freedom is what we are fighting for, they why'd they
swindle Gore?
Imprison most our men and never really outlaw lynching?
The rich get tax breaks, so they are stealing from the
pensions of the poor
Who were lured to this land by ideas of better lives
Or tightly packed onto slaveships who's origin
historians forever rewrite
Only goal to incite a mental riot
Defiant of airwaves designed to Tailor how I act
Written word held weight
Now honor at best recessive trait
The sound and shape to come succumbed to Malignant
maelstrom
Malformed mentals stained expected outcome
And not to be outdone
Some speak in half phrases
No definition to brush strokes already out of phase
with these statements
Raise children off pavement...
Pulse on frauds hasten
When confronted with styles from gutter basements
Set to build like Freemasons, on three angles
All I see are Minstrel MC's on these channels
Perceived battles only held to sell albums
Propagate stereotypes that bleed out us
Our own doubt us
But I remain devout scholar of skills of forefathers
Ignorance was forced on us
Define honest, if we all breath diseased lies
Define the MC if all he spits are weak lines.
Who trades his culture for dollars?
The fool or the scholar?
Griot? Poet? Or White collared?
If my written words slurs
Then my speech correct
Keep my meaning inferred to test your intellect
If you remember HipHop nigga 'nuff respect
Deadverse spoken with broken dalek
Spoken word held meaning
Hostile acts provoked
Formed metaphors
Created urban folklore
Never meant for these upper echelon aurals
That bought and stripped morals
From art that's gift for us
At heart I'm strict purist
Spit thoughts for poorest
5'6'' Honduran sights set on own ruin
Rugged cadence meant to capture essence
Ancestor's wrath festers under surface of uttered
sentence.
Who trades his culture for dollars?
The fool or the scholar?
Griot? Poet? Or White collared?
If my written words slurs
Then my speech correct
Keep my meaning inferred to test your intellect
If you remember HipHop nigga 'nuff respect
I script gutter beats and scribes lyrics
Sounds to resonate for days off these ears that simply
fear it
Situate my verse six inches off curb
Eternally perturbed
When will these kids learn?
I watch with concern of elder statesman
Only breathed for three decades
but displayed i ain't vacant
Ranks of MC's infested with fakeness
It's time to act like men and reawake this
With blatant aim at cranium
I dispel your bitch rumors
Tuned to blocks with hangers
Wires giving tumors
Never write my songs for consumers
Ironic cause i write for heads with fat laces on their
Pumas
Poisonous pen drips ink with each thought
the antidote you sought's been lost
Your hand's forced
Your truth? False
Corrupt world crumbles under feet
Detect deceit on these streets.
World's corrupt but you still want more?
(We want more!)
That's what's up cause we all stay poor
(We stay poor!)
Time's up but you still what more?
(We want more!)
Knuckle up cause we ready for war!
World's corrupt but you still want more?
(We want more!)
That's what's up cause we all stay poor
(We stay poor!)
Time's up but you still what more?
(We want more!)
Knuckle up cause we ready for war!
Caught me mid thought at quarter paragraph
Parallel lives aligned at gallows
Gallantly attack while our armies amassed
disastrous results to be read past tomorrow
Never one to follow i lead with staggered step
Bring the vilest subject to forefront
Forecast is grim for our type gentlemen
My mom's taught me right in her fog of saint's statues
Spit a verse i'll match you
Never need to battle
Ask my nigga Dev we left lungs at waterfront
Give a fuck where you're from
It's how that mind rattles
Intelligence fatal in this nation of cattle
The notion of freedom straight babble
Child of Babylon that traveled foreign soil
Within core of heart lies eternal turmoil.
World's corrupt but you still want more?
(We want more!)
That's what's up cause we all stay poor
(We stay poor!)
Time's up but you still what more?
(We want more!)
Knuckle up cause we ready for war!
World's corrupt but you still want more?
(We want more!)
That's what's up cause we all stay poor
(We stay poor!)
Time's up but you still what more?
(We want more!)
Knuckle up cause we ready for war!
World's corrupt but you still want more?
(We want more!)
That's what's up cause we all stay poor
(We stay poor!)
Time's up but you still what more?
(We want more!)
Knuckle up cause we ready for war!
World's corrupt but you still want more?
(We want more!)
That's what's up cause we all stay poor
(We stay poor!)
Time's up but you still what more?
(We want more!)
Knuckle up cause we ready for war!
Forgive the bluntness of these statements
Bloodstains are hard to erase like krylon
Komplx sentence spoken again in dälek
to give it the weight it deserves and expects
Peace to my nigga Rek
At noon we resurrect to resume this vicious cycle
Precious wine seems so vital when eyes been bloodshot
Recite slurred truths and whatnot to few heads that
still nod
Fuck these fake sucka frauds
Formulating freestyles that ring false
Sick of these Yeses and Yalls
I need that boom bap with bass like Lou Rawls
To make walls of Jericho fall
Son you'll never find iller verses than mine
Gave inner sight to the blind through speech
Lost sense of belonging
Beliefs breached by knowing
Knot lodged in throat couldn't cope with this moment
Phrase falls like omen
Violence condoned
Prone to rip the same flesh your holding
Doldrums of life seem redundant
Yet tend to sow seeds of conundrum
in adverse abundance
Some lack substance to verbalize existence
Some slit wrists well good riddance
Indifferent to men who act children in face of adversity
Death's the one certainty
So called eternity fed intravenously
As relief from misery
Manufactured by men who attempt to play deity
What you see in me?
Seething reality
Bathed in brutality
The one to prove your facts to be fallacy
As my lungs expand, so do galaxies
Gained experience through tragedy
Transcend average travesty to speak an ancient wisdom
Hidden content burnt at stake by religion
i don't give a fuck what you're feelin'
Toss frail frames off of buildings
Subterranean maintain own tongue mongst ruins
In subdued tones I speak of the flesh which entombs our
inner core
Who the blessed? Invade airwaves type Moors (wars)
Sore from travels to unmarked thresholds, grapple
truths untold lying in whispers it figures.
He who snickers doesn't see final melody
Shattered splinters, melodic in their own unrest
Remind me of Osiris, made liars of us all
For 364 days I learned to crawl
Appalled by sense of urgency to resurrect the dead
Shed my last skin searching for angel with broken wing
Will she sing that e minor hymn? For those of us who
sin?
For those of us who sin?
Within dirty sanctum became brethren's anthem
Jesus Christ a Black man walks the earth still
Forgot to speak the real, Struggle's fate not sealed.
I appeal to nil, never one, not one, none.
Amplify brainwaves to condense my thought
Bends the dark
Why question my art?
Shunned by rays of Amon Ra,
Darkness exposes every soul's flaw
I forever remain raw, unpolished
Drunk off knowledge of knowing I'm dumb
Now remain none's sum, while inner eyes' stay numb
We all shall succumb to eternal sleep,
For now I'll just yawn and speak on ill gutter beats
Watch falling leaves, walk on knees,
Down graveled path vocalize own epitaph
Evoke on path towards inner, nonlinear
Lay head mongst sinners
Solitude falls winter
Appauled at visual surrounding
Kept my bearings non-grounded
Liquid language kept frozen 40 oz's
How many Mc's know who Faust is?
Pardon original, Manuscript fit text type tailored suit
Felt effects at root through vein type heron' you shoot
Euphoric, saw banks of Tigris and Euphrates
Fertile Crescent hold more lessons than taught by
deities
Vonsciousness is leaving me
Seen that same sage turn page on habitual
Perform tectonic rituals,
Broke abacus to calculate coordanates
But can't afford rent.... It makes no sense.
Forgot our days in shackles? You concentrate on
battles?
I lecture graduates discussing Kant till they leave
baffled.
Amplify brainwaves to condense my thought
Bends the dark
Spit vernacular tactical acts attain status.
Spectacular terrain ingrained in deep patterns.
(A) possible protest viewed as progress
With miniature steps one tends to digress.
Devised verbs to act basic balance
Beneath Bricks lies meaning unchallenged.
Average actors equate to non-factors.
Your formulaic prose disastrous
Enamored by text
Tempt to forge my words straight molten
Only be perceived by the chosen.
Same tree still grows in Brooklyn
Misery mistooken
maintained pain constant
Themes central in booking.
Mental erodes like canyon rock
Thoughts sediment.
All actions evolve past sentiment.
Militant speech type Amiri Baraka
Await actions from hands that ain't proper
Words strengthen emotions they foster
Bricks crumble under feet of this author.
Militant speech type Amiri Baraka
Await actions from hands that ain't proper
Words strengthen emotions they foster
Bricks crumble under feet of this author.
Simplified existence exposed core elements.
To breath through concrete still seems irrelevant
irrational acts accentuates our arrogance.
Assassins arrows aimed at the affluent.
Tongue stuck to pavement, we hold no influence.
Maintain that statements were lost with our innocence.
Inexact science defined by own sense.
Design our demise in past tense.
Tumultuous results raise brow of doubters
Debated innate abilities amongst oceans of cowards.
Conceived concept convinced the lucid
The value of our voice seen in movements
melancholic lyrics became the mundane in this maze.
Awake my cohorts with verbal tirade.
Militant speech type Amiri Baraka
Await actions from hands that ain't proper
Words strengthen emotions they foster
Bricks crumble under feet of this author.
Militant speech type Amiri Baraka
Await actions from hands that ain't proper
Words strengthen emotions they foster
Bricks crumble under feet of this author.
Militant speech type Amiri Baraka
Await actions from hands that ain't proper
Words strengthen emotions they foster
Bricks crumble under feet of this author.
Militant speech type Amiri Baraka
Await actions from hands that ain't proper
Words strengthen emotions they foster
"What Malcolm X said when he got silenced by Elijah
Mohammed was in fact true, America’s chickens…are coming
home to roost. We took this country by terror, away from
the Sioux, the Apache, the Arowak, the Comanche, the
Arapahoe, the Navajo. Terrorism. We took Africans from
their country to build our way of ease and kept them
enslaved and living in fear. Terrorism. We bombed Granada
and killed innocent civilians, babies, non-military
personnel. We bombed the black civilian community of
Panama with stealth bombers and killed unarmed teenagers
and toddlers, pregnant mothers, and hardworking fathers.
We bombed Qaddafi’s home and killed his child. Blessed
are they who bash your children’s head against a rock. We
bombed Iraq. We killed unarmed civilians trying to make a
living. We bombed a plant in Sudan to payback for the
attack on our embassy, killed hundreds of hardworking
people, mothers and fathers who left home to go that day
not knowing that they would never get back home. We
bombed Hiroshima, we bombed Nagasaki, and we nuked far
more than the thousands in New York and the Pentagon and
Connect with left to solar plexis
Existence got me vexed it's miraculous I slept
Bent light fall out of frame, this pertain to sole
function
maintain a child's wonder wit soul old like earth
under.
Measured man's worth by highest standards,
Candid movements remembered by that vicious slander.
He who asks the most questions got the most answers
Never one to pander, but these files are tampered
Touch nerve wit paranoids devoid of joy.
Remain your basic B-Boy with a love for noise.
Through the wildest situations retain my poise.
Perfect pitch in paragraphs that I spit
Microphones get ripped wit syllables full of deeper
definitions
Divisive speech patterns, switch so people listen
I carry on traditions, indicative of status.
A street scholar raised spinning wax platters.
Break:
I could spend days diggin' through creates.
Love that dusty ass vinyl smell
Come out the shop straight dirt. (45's Lp's 10" 7")
Chorus:
Shattered homes spit concrete poems
Armed with Krylon when we roam
Niggas got beef? Go straight for dome!
Plan to walk streets? Best you keep your mental honed.
(2x)
I'm that rare mix of intellect injected savagery.
capable of abstract thought, reality remains ingrained
illusions
These false revolutions reduce men to stick figures
rockin' Che Guevara,
And they think they trend setters
Should know better
Letters kept left of center!
Chorus:
Shattered homes spit concrete poems
Armed with Krylon when we roam
Niggas got beef? Go straight for dome!
Plan to walk streets? Best you keep your mental honed.
(2x)
(break)
Shattered homes spit concrete poems
Armed with Krylon when we roam
Niggas got beef? Go straight for dome!
Plan to walk streets? Best you keep your mental honed.
Abandoned language only when i thought my masses
couldn't manage.
Wisdom gained with age is lost to page as adage.
So tragic, that average trajectory.
Incendiary thought and vast vocabulary makes none the
less of savage.
A fist or full clip might be quick to split that
cabbage.
This breath? It takes tactics.
Haven't quite mastered movements after three full
decks.
What we seem to go through rarely ever makes sense.
From the scorching country fields to the heart of
projects,
What we know of history's always marred in violence.
So I, Etch my own stone into tablets.
Never felt a need to live elaborate.
Fuck them pretty niggas with their rings and silk
fabrics.
Need an ear to concrete to speak correct grammatics.
Heard same beauty in my noise where the rest heard
static.
I've had it, Trying to explain this same formula.
Perfect paranoia.
Don't let me trust a soldier.
Thought we'd all understand now since we're older.
They pass manilla folders and 100,000 die.
They built the public schools with factory workers in
their eyes.
Since we don't manufacture now they don't need men.
It's easier to start wars than it is to feed kids.
Damn we callous.
We kept off balance.
Kept off balance as i harness raw talents
Said a million times prefer bullets to ballots
Kept off balance
Ideas are valid.
Ideas are valid.
They say i'd best whisper
Ideas are valid
They say i'd best whisper
i say i'll keep a pen to pad and fingers on triggers.
Should i aim at own temple or several?
Can't figure.
It's hard to focus, perhaps our last opus.
If younger heads quote this, then it ain't all
hopeless.
I wrote this with intent to resurrect a John Carlos,
A Huey Newton, a Gueverra in the midst.
Can't accept the struggle's dead when there's blood on
our lips.
Positions shift but survival's all basic.
Ain't a fuckin' thing sacred nowadays kid.
Perhaps the racists ain't blatant but what's really
changed?
Our peoples been trained to live in tight cage.
The only thing we feel is mad rage.
The closest thing to bring a smile to parched lips
slipped silent through arthritic grip.
A stoic life lasts instant.
A starved infant would best paint state of our
conditions.
Populous with no ambition
Content to tear at flesh formed somber progression.
So where's the lessons to digest within aggression?
These filthy blocks are all immersed in raw tension.
Meanwhile they act like poverty was our invention.
The meek inherent what and when is my question.
I read your weak history text that never mention
A solitary second of my people's true intentions.
Astute observations kept us mentally replenished.
Resumed rituals retold tales as heretic, within my
speech lies the last of my heritage.
Hit headshots with higher average.
All caught in labyrinth, shine when i speak you can't
handle it.
Turn that page muthafucka cause our story's all
scripted.
600 years, ain't a fuckin thing different.
Don't speak to us about strength and upliftment.
The closest thing to paradise is mad distant.
Mind's prism imprisons what light enters to ruin
negative
reactions attract interest from factions that lack oral
traditions
In fact speech muted like Miles' horn.
Though humble my soul's torn
Tempted to tell more
Labeled a failure
You fail to see my core
Won't let you just ignore
This fight's what we live for
Fragile image ignites wrath of ancestors.
Revamped rhyme pattern gathers pulse from street wars
i seek more
perhaps life's still atypical.
Experience has got me cynical.
Seen our best clipped at pinnacle.
Provide cyanide in form of capsule.
At times it seems my breath is just a hassle
Masked men poised to kidnap for known ransom
Ransack a stack of ill writtens
Reduced to ramble.
Why's our inner streets left in shambles?
I know a niggas got to eat.... but do we got to play
sambo?
Suburban copies sloppily repeat what seen on airwaves.
Completely miss gist of dimly lit stairways.
How dare they make us trivial
Made it seem we never counted
My culture's demise was more literal than it sounded
Theories well grounded, inevitably unearth skeletons of
fellow men.
Pristine bones got bleached of their melanin
While they teach mere scraps of tinged truth
Corrupts youth
Views constrict these pupils.
The useful made fools with eyes that blur proofs.
My manner's uncouth as they complete loop.
This goes too quick, at times I miss those I swore
deserved fists
Reminisce of a youthful liquored bliss
Dulled pains of poverty
We sacrificed innocence dealt with daily anxiety
Hoped for future riches
Mangled an already chopped sentence, just to make
something ours.
Child with distant eyes smiles as he sips from life,
tastes all sour.
The meek that await power have no concept of time.
Now at this final hour I consider the value of rhyme.
Wasted breath or a testament to the down-trotten?
The apple that Adam ate was found rotten.
At the worst of time I still find my head nodding.
This Boom-Bap tapped subconscious synapse that this pen's
jotting
Tattered tongue spits,
It's not a song but a collection of miserable thoughts
laced with wit.
Don't give a shit if you find me mildly entertaining.
Look around we got 'nuff minstrels in training.
My verses pertain to that truth we all feel in gut.
World's Corrupt!
Rusted irons trap mental, thought's essential
Mask meticulous movement towards central
Sip from holy grail to breath eternal, but time's
concurrent
Displace visual with iller words, I'm slurring
Inferred meaning missed target, Minute margins
Make the most hardened crumble when they're forced
silent
Our only virtue left is pure violence
Remain defiant
Incarcerated souls sold to build empires
I grow tired of tyrants passed as presidents
Evidence to theft swept under oval carpet
As inmates and children kept starving
True criminals walk free with presidential pardons.
Somber note takes hold of optimistic
Mind that tongue they surveillance visits
Nostalgic visions bring us back to days of backspins
When trivial infractions got your jaw fractured
Shattered lineage from land of US sanctions
Indebted servants to democracy
Feed their families with mere pennies
There's that truth you seek...
Knew you wasn't ready
Implications too heavy
The stickup kids I fear wear three-piece suits
Subdued murders lose their meaning when you stand
accused
Most my people was born with their necks in noose
So now I wander own streets verses packed in twos
Some succumb to pressure
Resort to drastic measures
Modern slavery sanctifies corporate greed
Economies solely based on prison industries
Becomes reality
Dilutes humanity
Our common enemy has long since won
Paint melanined as monsters for years to come
Brushstrokes evoke sage in this heathen MC
A beast caged in the heart of the city
This beast caged in the heart of the city
Circumvents common speech
Gutter tongue kept filthy
Histories passed in handshakes
Wisdom achieved
Victory's always fleeting for these pseudo MC's
Trapped by narrow minds
Eyes blinded
Political prisoners terrorized in confinement
Confirms what we learned of US police state
Asphyxiate the people they claim to liberate
While you debate Democrat Republican...
They ran the game on poor again
Latins and Africans
Chained at wrists and ankles
Create profits for world bankers
This heart filled with rancor
Resurrected by this modern Rome
Where hate's condoned
Inherent anger strangles what night has shone
Found shelter when conscienceness faltered
We've all been offered as Abraham's son on ruined
As the frail chested debate, the whole world crumbles.
Tectonic plates quake, the blessed date hovers
Multitudes lumber with labor that favors a privileged
I'm privy to news that these anchormen knew
But confused with tall tales
They speak with no clue.
I speak with razored tongue and pristine vision
You clinging to a past that perhaps left us dreaming
Longing for a heaven I never knew.
Don't know who holds puppet strings,
never seen a grown man with cherub's wings
Know a ton of dark skin left to rot at Sing-Sing.
Better man wins when he lacks melanin.
The best man's hung from the strongest oak limb.
Strongest man break tree like a young twig.
Wish I sung melodies like a young Stiv.
Forgot that these Flavors is why we all live!
Chorus:
2012 ain't the end we just beginning!
Mayan Ruins rebuilt to sky-scrape
your fate's dimming.
Hide your wives and children
We down to burn buildings
Slice necks that tend to nod,
This the pillage!
2012 ain't the end we just beginning!
Mayan Ruins rebuilt to sky-scrape
your fate's dimming.
Hide your wives and children, thoughts they keep
building
Forms modern pyramids to fall off this grid...
Breath got me livid
No sleep for the wicked
Lullabies for the timid
Fuck'em good riddance.
Spit for kids rocking fitteds to heads wit Mel's
Message
this age got me restless
Rage resurrected
Pressured Langston Hughes to let this boil fester.
Fists they seem precious
Steel speaks in 8 sections
Structures or weapons, shells they left breathless.
Violence ain't senseless
The words said were meant kid.
Drink grains fermented to spark insurrections.
Feed off this tension,
Riots remembered result in learnt lessons
Form precise sentence
Lives change directions
like Nile we life's essence
Engaged eternal, we struggle with peril
Perhaps we are gutter, but your God is my devil!
Chorus:
2012 ain't the end we just beginning!
Mayan Ruins rebuilt to sky-scrape
your fate's dimming.
Hide your wives and children
We down to burn buildings
Slice necks that tend to nod,
This the pillage!
2012 ain't the end we just beginning!
Mayan Ruins rebuilt to sky-scrape
your fate's dimming.
Hide your wives and children
We down to burn buildings
Slice necks that tend to nod,
This the pillage!
2012 ain't the end we just beginning!
Mayan Ruins rebuilt to sky-scrape
your fate's dimming.
Hide your wives and children
We down to burn buildings
Slice necks that tend to nod,
Abandoned language only when i thought my masses couldn't manage.
Wisdom gained with age is lost to page as adage.
So tragic, that average trajectory.
Incendiary thought and vast vocabulary makes none the less of savage.
A fist or full clip might be quick to split that cabbage.
This breath? It takes tactics.
Haven't quite mastered movements after three full decks.
What we seem to go through rarely ever makes sense.
From the scorching country fields to the heart of projects,
What we know of history's always marred in violence.
So I, Etch my own stone into tablets.
Never felt a need to live elaborate.
Fuck them pretty niggas with their rings and silk fabrics.
Need an ear to concrete to speak correct grammatics.
Heard same beauty in my noise where the rest heard static.
I've had it, Trying to explain this same formula.
Perfect paranoia.
Don't let me trust a soldier.
Thought we'd all understand now since we're older.
They pass manilla folders and 100, 000 die.
They built the public schools with factory workers in their eyes.
Since we don't manufacture now they don't need men.
It's easier to start wars than it is to feed kids.
Damn we callous.
We kept off balance.
Kept off balance as i harness raw talents
Said a million times prefer bullets to ballots
Kept off balance
Ideas are valid.
Ideas are valid.
They say i'd best whisper
Ideas are valid
They say i'd best whisper
i say i'll keep a pen to pad and fingers on triggers.
Should i aim at own temple or several?
Can't figure.
It's hard to focus, perhaps our last opus.
If younger heads quote this, then it ain't all hopeless.
I wrote this with intent to resurrect a John Carlos,
A Huey Newton, a Gueverra in the midst.
Can't accept the struggle's dead when there's blood on our lips.
Positions shift but survival's all basic.
Ain't a fuckin' thing sacred nowadays kid.
Perhaps the racists ain't blatant but what's really changed?
Our peoples been trained to live in tight cage.
The only thing we feel is mad rage.
The closest thing to bring a smile to parched lips slipped silent through arthritic grip.
A stoic life lasts instant.
A starved infant would best paint state of our conditions.
Populous with no ambition
Content to tear at flesh formed somber progression.
So where's the lessons to digest within aggression?
These filthy blocks are all immersed in raw tension.
Meanwhile they act like poverty was our invention.
The meek inherent what and when is my question.
I read your weak history text that never mention
A solitary second of my people's true intentions.
Astute observations kept us mentally replenished.
Resumed rituals retold tales as heretic, within my speech lies the last of my heritage.
Hit headshots with higher average.
All caught in labyrinth, shine when i speak you can't handle it.
Chorus:
Turn that page muthafucka cause our story's all scripted.
600 years, ain't a fuckin thing different.
Don't speak to us about strength and upliftment.
The closest thing to paradise is mad distant.
Mind's prism imprisons what light enters to ruin negative
reactions attract interest from factions that lack oral traditions
In fact speech muted like Miles' horn.
Though humble my soul's torn
Tempted to tell more
Labeled a failure
You fail to see my core
Won't let you just ignore
This fight's what we live for
Fragile image ignites wrath of ancestors.
Revamped rhyme pattern gathers pulse from street wars
i seek more
perhaps life's still atypical.
Experience has got me cynical.
Seen our best clipped at pinnacle.
Provide cyanide in form of capsule.
At times it seems my breath is just a hassle
Masked men poised to kidnap for known ransom
Ransack a stack of ill writtens
Reduced to ramble.
Why's our inner streets left in shambles?
I know a niggas got to eat... but do we got to play sambo?
Suburban copies sloppily repeat what seen on airwaves.
Completely miss gist of dimly lit stairways.
How dare they make us trivial
Made it seem we never counted
My culture's demise was more literal than it sounded
Theories well grounded, inevitably unearth skeletons of fellow men.
Pristine bones got bleached of their melanin
While they teach mere scraps of tinged truth
Corrupts youth
Views constrict these pupils.
The useful made fools with eyes that blur proofs.
My manner's uncouth as they complete loop.
