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Haile Selassie Karate

Pharoahe Monch

W.A.R. (We Are Renegades)

2011

Selassie Karate, John "The Beast" Mugabi
King Jaffe in the lobby with the fur made of a lion
The eye of hoarse mouths, I am vibrant
Prominent

fast I’m really untouchable
With these stacked lines imma cash in cause I’m flashing and I’m blasting by
Never crashing always lasting cause I’m the guy

the Heimlich//
Golden era throwback grammatic gladiator that spit it vibrant/
As a youth in hempstead cyphers, volatile verb providing//
Combining the urge for

come to me daily
I create generational wealth
I am healthy and vibrant
I have productive habits
I am focused on my assignment
I am blessed with

I'll hold your hands
On the way to renaissance
With vibrant voices
Of our lost innocence

I hear the roars 
Of our heated brains
Oh make me whole

Carrots crisp, orange and bright 
In the garden, a delicious sight
Harvested fresh, now it's time to chew
Carrot juice flowing, a vibrant hue

An image of lasting peace
Imply
That I fucking care
Deception is all I see

So cold
Bereft
Nothing's lost cause nothing's left
Bled out
Once more
Immolate

trying to be healed
You are ready for lasting growth
The only way path there exists within
Please recite this healing daily until you feel the energy lift

change

When I fathom only phantom dreams of feeling holy happenings
Yet stand in tandem with a fear that is a mirror entrapping me
I imagine lasting beams

and long lasting tearing apart biological strucutres
My mortal shell is evoparating, no more than a film thin layer upon,
the glass surface, a human vibrant

boost brain function and provide long-lasting energy.

Spirulina: This blue-green algae is packed with protein, vitamins, and minerals. It's a great

the rhyme sage, leaving a lasting impression on this rap page
I step into the cypher, ready to spit
My flow so cold, it'll give you frostbite hits
These bars

the orchestra of life, I pluck each vibrant string
Crafting rhymes intricate, like a maestro in the spring

(Oh-yeah) I paint with syllables, a vivid masterpiece

nothing
in those endless vales we stride inside
In the glow
there is a spark that leads to an empty life
Above the lasting fertile soil
a breeze growing