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Form of Intellect

Gang Starr

Step in the Arena

1991

With your mouth wide open, hoping you can find a
Way to display similar actions in a kind of mockery
'Cause you don't realize the cost to be
Creative genius please, I'm too clean to play
Glance per chance, watch GangStarr perfect
And dance your pants like champs, to this form of intellect

Valuable solutions, we invent here
Break and remake the cupcakes to show we've been sent here
To serve you, so swallow this and bite it
And why bring, ignorance when we're inviting
You to get advancement, while you're on the dance tip
And don't you know the transcript will make you shake hips
Or chill at will, and with skill, you'll learn some etiquette
Better get the subject or be last at the predicate
And get a set, of headphones and speakers
As lyrical lessons manifest, I will keep you
Abrest of the best, in this rap mess
Over-saturated market, full of wackness
I'm Gifted Unlimited, Rhymes Universal
The Guru, nursing you with a verse spilled
Don't choke, and don't turn blue in a frenzy
Premier's severe, on the steel wheels he lends me
Spontaneous cuts, but not mainly just that
It's the scratching format, exact with maddening accuracy
Craftily, on the side or in back of me
Nastily, as if his name was Dick Dastardly
Original so get it yo the Gang gets respect
The chain and the star is a symbol, of this form of intellect

Might be my floor is already broken
In this part I can't craftily act
Might be my stage is closed and frozen
Will you be my little sole audience?

Eah!
Prepare an attack craftily
Prepare a bow and arrows
Sharpen your knife quickly
Being careful with the shadows
The virtue is getting near
It must be taken it now!

No use to beg
Fight with faith
Trust this words
Don't you get up
Listen to me boy
Don't you get up

So now you get
This is your trap
Craftily set for you
This trap owns you

Now you try to stop breathing until the end
Your regards, don't lie to me, shame on you all

No use to pray
Vanity gain
Hear this words
Don't you fear now
Listen to me boy
Don't you fear now

So, now you get
This is your trap
Craftily set for you
This trap owns you

Now, you try to stop breathing until the end
Your regards, don't lie to me, shame on you all

Why don't you laugh
Fool, dance for me
Why don't you cry
You just stay alive

Why don't you laugh
Fool, dance for me
Why don't you cry
You just stay alive

Try enough to be alive
Try enough to be alive
Try enough to be alive
Try enough to be alive

Why don't you laugh
Fool, dance for me
Why don't you cry
You just stay alive

Why don't you laugh
Fool, dance for me
Why don't you cry
You just stay alive

I run barefoot on a bloody road
I run barefoot on a bloody road
I run barefoot on a bloody road
I run barefoot on a bloody road
I run barefoot on a bloody road

North wind stroke again
Swording the lakes' skin
Torturing with ice
Imposing on the scene
The wizard only knows
It's time the signs to see
Revealing acts of Darkness
and tales of a mortal fate
Gazing through the fog
Only dark Omens appear
Crows strike at flesh and in the gray veil dissapear
Silurus breaking holes
On the concrete frozen mud
Macabre deliverers of sudden death and mortal fate
Craftily rides the ice
To tame the circling swarm
To sabotge their ritual
Their knitting to recall
His coat now is sinking heavy
His breath struggles in cold
Crows swarm above him
Hissing at his fading soul
Gazing through the fog
Only dark Omens appear
Crows strike at flesh and in the gray veil dissapear
Silurus breaking holes
On the concrete frozen mud
Macabre deliverers of sudden death and mortal fate
Οιωνοί μοιρολογούν με πένθιμες Ιαχές, σαν νέφος στροβυλίζονται στο Γκρίζο Λυκαυγές

I got spreadsheets to track my spreadsheets
A thousand things left to do
I'm gonna craft the most beautiful email
To craftily be ignored by you

I'm just doing the work

I need art that will knock you senseless
So you will know where to go
I gotta book fifteen months in advance
So you don't end up at some other show

Gettin' down on myself for trying
Keep thinking "What's the use?"

But to each one of us grace was given
According to the measure of the gift of Christ
Therefore it says, "When he ascended on high"
"He led captivity captive"
"He gave gifts to all men"
Now what does it mean "he ascended"
Except that he also descended to the earth
The very one, he who descended, is also who
Ascended above all
In order to fill all things
It was He who gave some as
Apostles, as prophets, as evangelists
As pastors and teachers, to equip the saints
For the work of the ministry
To build up the body of Christ
Until all attain to the unity
Of faith and the knowledge of the Son of God
A mature person, attaining to the measure of Christ's stature
So we are no longer to be children
Tossed to and fro' by waves and carried around
By every wind of teaching by trickery of people who craftily carry
Out their deceitful schemes
Practising truth, truth in love
We will in all things grow up into Christ, the head
From him the whole body grows, fitted and held together through every ligament
As each one does its part
The body grows in love as
Apostles, as prophets, as evangelists
As pastors and teachers, to equip the saints
For the work of the ministry
To build up the body of Christ
Until all attain to the unity
Of faith and the knowledge of the Son of God
A mature person, attaining to the measure of Christ's stature

Quartering, infanticide
Insanity, perversion
Merciless, brutal acts
From his life he brings death

Psychopathic killer guided by instinct
Chasing his victims with care
Hideous crimes craftily well planned
Like masterpieces of a damned performer
“Is it better to rape or kill first?
Just matters to enjoy each moment”
Killing with self possession and pleasure
And observing the sweet images when death arrives

Confusion of feelings and perceptions
Uncontrolled desires of a mind in degeneration

Hunted like an animal, guarded by the darkness
Making the hunt to be the predator
Mutilation is fun, the show must go on
Shredded with precision, corpses in exposition

From a slip the murderer was caught
Condemned to internment for insanity
Confined to live among madmen
Where peace of mind mingles with torment

Trying to recover some trace of mind
Looking at images which don’t exist
Living a life out of real
In a world where all is senseless and illogical 

Confusion of feelings and perceptions
Remote remembrances of a mind in reclaim
Facts mixed to dreams and desires
Which can’t be ignored, but satisfied

The time has come, all of them were wrong
Neither the justice, nor the doctors, there is no reclaim
Dead in the hospital, just one runaway
… And the bloodshed goes on

His stunned silence 
Deafened us two 

I do, I do 
I do put out tendrils 
I do so to climb 
Get on, get out your own tendrils 
Or you'll only get sucked into liars' 
Get on, get on with your life 
Or just suck it up, lay down, and die 
Get on, get on with your life 

No, tendrils aren't tentacles 
Viciously preying 
In occupied octopi grounds 

No, tendrils reach carefully 
Craftily craving to climb 
Toward sun-bitten clouds 
What tentacle's trapping you now? 

Get on, get out your own tendrils 
Get on with it, on with your life 
Get on, get on with your life 
Get on with it, get on with it 

Get on 
Get on with your life 
Get on 
Get on

There's a prison called religion dig it listen to the wisdom
Inhibited by limits in a system that's insistent on printed word of wickedness committed to derivatives implicit in the vision of division in a intricate
Clockwork of moving parts placed together craftily
To capture masses like the Sistine chapel ceiling
Speak against the popular opinion of minions considered blasphemy but I'm a keep hacking until it atrophy
Albums on albums of jewels for you to reap the benefits
Thousands and thousands of fools ground beneath my sentences
I'm the balanced amalgam amused by your sneaky rhetoric
Vowing to out the abuse out the devilish

This life is a battlefield where the best of men have died
My word is born with angel wings and halos the pen is fly
They call me Ox my tongue sharp as the sword of the Kensai
You jerk offs to fake as shit in this Matrix Hentai
This web of lies the enterprise to weaponize and feminize the den or hive of clones
Desensitized to genocide those who attempt to hide inside the safety of they homes soon disowned and gentrified
This ain't no fuckin pop shit I ain't just here to pop shit
These keys to your freedom from rich men (Richmond) Locksmith
The Annunaki doctorate colossus of opulence
To lock in and rock through this Apocalypse
Posthumous

When the bladders burst, wait, what's that stench
Did you mean to take a shit right on the floor
Is it a sign of love or is it something more
Keeper of secrets, eager to play Wild with wisdom, like a well-groomed Gandalf the Grey
Hiding in plain sight, sly expertise Craftily stealing my bacon and his cheese
Lovely Luna, cutie pie My heart will break when you do die
The last dog of the wild bunch Did anybody feed you lunch
Bearded goddess, I am yours Tell me how the hell you open doors
Lovely Luna, pure and true Oh doggie, see, oh doggie, do
Give me a fix, my love, so I won't be afraid
Will you live long enough to hear this when its made

As soon as morning in her light appeareth,
her sweet salute my mind o'erclouded cleareth
when night again the day's delight bereaveth,
my heart's true sacrifice she quick receiveth:
but night and day she craftily forsakes me,
to tedious day, to loathsome night betakes me.

So you can keep plotting, your plot's gonna fail and I'm bringing you pain for them schemes you conspire
You were so mad at these two personalities, grew up too fast
Cause she ruined me craftily
Back in the Rue, I was doing it casually Back up the truth
Turn the truth to a masterpiece. Trapped in the tune, I was losing my sanity, asking if you always
Knew what was planned for me.

My only friends are trees
I see them in the morning
I was sinking deep inside
So why did you woke up
So early in the morning
My only friends are trees
Memories they're hunting me no more
I watch as they come so they won't fool me
I told you it's all over long time ago
Who could go back to this, your reign is over
Remember when you used to sit beside me every night
Craftily whispering fearful bedtime stories
So why are you still showing up knocking on my door
My friends are trees they tell no lies
They gave me all I wanted
Now I'm sinking deep inside
Please don't you wake me up
So early in the morning
I love the night 'cause my friends are the stars
They've been so good to me
Keep me safe, make sure I'm free
I saw the maggot brain and all it's ways
I'm careful now in every step
My eyes are wide open
So goodbye mind, I put you in your place
My bad old friend, believe me it's all over
Memories they're hunting me no more
I watch the as they come so they won't fool me
Emotions they don't drag you down
When you live in the now
My only friends are trees
I see them in the morning
I was sinking deep inside
So why did you woke up
So early in the morning
I love the night 'cause my friends are the stars
They've been so good to me
They keep me safe, make sure I'm free
My only friends are trees

He void rules here below 
Continuously feeding the black mass
No time to learn, no time to think
That’s how they spread wickedness
Fooling the perception of reality
No time to digest, no time to elaborate

Quelle tristesse de contempler le règne absolu de la médiocrité 
Scélérats et saltimbanques sont adulés ici comme des rois
Quelle pauvre humanité, chaque jour toujours plus décadente 
Portant au plus profond de son cœur le culte de la bêtise crasse

See them defend falsehood by clinging to their beliefs
Their will is to erase culture by promoting idiocy
Watch them mix craftily lies and truth to feign consistency 
Yet, remember that clothes do not make the man

Toujours plus bas
Au plus proche de l’abîme 
Toujours plus rance
Vomisseurs de vide

See them distort the truth by sticking to their guns
Their will is to wreck progress by promoting absurdity
Watch them manipulate and corrupt to feign harmony
Yet, remember that clothes do not make the man

Toujours plus bas
Au plus proche de l’abîme 
Toujours plus rance
Vomisseurs de vide

Let chaos come to them, let the vengeful flames decimate
Watch them struggle, enjoy their unavoidable doom
Selfish and arrogant, pride cometh before their fall

Be the director of their extinction, be truly helpful here below!

For the destruction of the just
And such as be oppressed
And for the mournings of the poor
That likewise be distressed

I will rise up now, saith the Lord
And ease their grief and care
Of those which he full craftily
Hath drawn into his snare

I had to run up a digit
I had to go out and get it I don't give a fuck about nobody's feelings
All of this came from a vision
Aye, but look really, how do you think I stay winning
I could vaca for 2 months and I still be the hottest to walk in the building
Ya bitch on my dick and she goin nuts, let me get back to reality
back to the braces and cavities
Now I got so many diamonds and jewels that I could go open up a gallery
Acho, sneezing on rappers they giving me allergies
They running me up like we battling, charging me up like a battery
You rappers still making lil salaries OMG that shits a tragedy
Keep burning them bridges like calories you'll never find where the ladder be
I'm knocking down so many rappers that maybe my name should be gravity
You need to find a new strategy before you start losing your sanity
I'm naturally crafty, I came from a craftily family
I am not human I came from a whole different galaxy
Happily, I can pull up with the cavalry, randomly
Turn yo whole family to fantasy, rapidly, I could just casually
Spill you for talking talking that blastphemy
I got the energy, I got the enemies, seeing this shit through the vanity ah
Yea you like that lil bitch, I got a chopper with a beam and that shit bite back real quick
She got them Robins on her jeans and man that ass look so thick
I might wife that lil bitch
I'm Smokin this weed, ya bitch on a Perc, she popping a bean she pour up my lean
Her panties come off, she drop to her knees
She suckin' a G, she suckin' the team, she do it for free
Yea that's what it's like, to live it like me, to live it like me
Yea that's what it's like, to live it like me
Yea that's what it's like, to live it like me, to live it like me
Yea that's what it's like, to live it like me, to live it like me

X-Men
X-Men
Picture my face when I found out I wore a slave name
In Kory fashion proper I handled it awkward
It was like 10 years after it was first put on a contract
And I was often misunderstood most fear the unknown
Master of my elements been cooking up a storm
Keep some equal balance do some healing on my own
Right now my nation's torn
Never shapeshift just stayed low key to add the mystique
Stole the life source cause I'm sure that they Lacks receipts
So they best exploit the culture for the cheddar
Melanin gone live forever we got proof in Henrietta
Her situation makes me think back on how labels
would find artists just to harvest the potential of their greatness
Raking all the cake in
But they ain't have a clue
That this fruit of ours would be immortal too
More than human
Mutant
No reconciliation they left us stranded
So far from home
On foreign roads
Such evil hard to understand it
No recompense for tortured souls
Have you ever heard the story about them dots and circles
If not I can simplify this clock that works you
Millions of dots that Rome the land ever to expand
Even though they know it would eventually hurt to
But on the pursuit of what is high in virtue
A signal from the dots to finish up before curfew
work load was full while they planted on the soil
Sweating from they brow saying I'm not liking all this toil
But like a light bulb a thought start arising
Cause over the horizon were the ones their despising
With godly rings round about as they move and shout
Praises of their freedom oh their filled with such Clout
Envy became reality as soon as they start to tally these
Freedom walking so casually soon to become a casualty
Craftily started rallying troops to start all the ravaging
The spoils of the war to integrate into this savagery
No reconciliation they left us stranded
So far from home
On foreign roads
Such evil hard to understand it
No recompense for tortured souls
Why you expect from us respect when you left us in dust
My son I never left you had to let you grow up
You thought you knew it all could read the paintings on the walls
But could never measure the blood from the elephant tusk
Only wanna make you tougher How'd you measure up
I know times been rough Connecting thru these puffs
Puff puff pass hope you enjoyed the dash
You still here today but how long will it last
Ode to the blind middle finger to the swine
Know I do it for my kind Fuck a P.O P.O
I can't look beyond those crimes
How many countless times
When there's no cellphones
They throw us in a chokehold
See how they plot against me And still ask why I'm cold
How many cases you had to face on this foreign soil
Ain't talkin bout ones you guilty of
Or the ones where the finger fit the glove
You still left me branded
No reconciliation they left us stranded
So far from home
On foreign roads
Such evil hard to understand it
No recompense for tortured souls

G tokes marijuana, on the contrary, respect
The anomaly artistry that I craftily created thru my mentation
Of animosity and agony towards dis raggedy rotten
Reality, if you step in my vicinity, you turnt up sub consciously
Even tho its an odd polarity, hell yeah!

Just saw Tyler numb cheese on some feminine
Synonym's heroic, said she feels like a heroine
Teed off memories of stagnation
When there was no progress
Prez in the oval office, ellipse to prez in ovals
I learned from the mistakes of others
To serve as a warning
Meaning my regretted mistakes can also be learned from
For anyone yearning for wisdom
My advice read Proverbs
Peep the smile of a freak's grin
Craftily outsmarting peers cause I'm sneaky
In battles my empathy goes grim
A snaggy loser winnin' in doozy
Uprooting God's gift from the fertile earth
Dry it, break it, cheeba scenting from our breath
My ambiance of victory should act as an omen
To small fry rappers, just heard my fans say Amen!

All these flashing lights I exalt him (exalt him)
Got to stay one hundred I'm not falling (falling)
Had to give my life stack a tall ten
Stack it up let it loose like a whirlwind
Love in my voice so I'm talking (talking)
Talking about love (uh uh)
Gods son (uh uh)
He's the one (uh uh)
(Got to keep him)
Born with anger and rage A broken family
With stains engrained from the pain
Of hopeless agony, a tainted and aimfully play
From Beelzebub, Satan had came with the games
He had craftily got me to hate the ones who had raised me
It unfazed me, Living life on the fence, unrepentantly chain linked
Until that day that he saved me, thanking God that he changed me, if not for him
There would be no escaping, New creation within Christ now
Don't have to fight now, all I got to do is let him intercede
And just lay my life down, No condemnation,
Only love in my eyes now, Yeah this my lifestyle
All these flashing lights I exalt him (exalt him)
Got to stay one hundred I'm not falling (falling)
Had to give my life stack a tall ten
Stack it up let it loose like a whirlwind
Love in my voice so I'm talking (talking)
Talking about love (uh uh)
Gods son (uh uh)
He's the one (uh uh)
I'm playing with sticks I'm playing with choppers I'm playing with drums (Grah)
No I'm not talking about no ordinary gun
I'm talking Bible I'm talking about Scripture I'm talking about Love (Yeah)
When we step up on the scene I know these demons run (Yeah)
Slime a demon out this is my job and it's fun
Sipping this Holy Water and it's got me stuck
Holy Spirit got us high yeah we don't do no drugs
I'm sorry shorty I'm moving smart so I don't do no hugs
I'm calling out to Lypso man come find your true love
We family cuz Jesus knows we're going to turn it up
There's an up and coming soldier and his name is Kyler Rutz
Don't worry boys I see you but you know that he's my blood
All these flashing lights I exalt him (exalt him)
Got to stay one hundred I'm not falling (falling)
Had to give my life stack a tall ten
Stack it up let it loose like a whirlwind
Love in my voice so I'm talking (talking)
Talking about love (uh uh)
Gods son (uh uh)
He's the one (uh uh)
(Got to keep him)
Can you fly me to the moon
Can you take me to the truth
Can you take me to the love, show me that the father do
All I need is love, all I need is love
Open my eyes and I see it,
Open my heart and I feel it
Now I got what I want and I got what I need I'm just keeping it honest
Now I got what I want and I got what I need I'm just keeping it honest
All these flashing lights I exalt him (exalt him)
Got to stay one hundred I'm not falling (falling)
Had to give my life stack a tall ten
Stack it up let it loose like a whirlwind
Love in my voice so I'm talking (talking)
Talking about love (uh uh)
Gods son (uh uh)
He's the one (uh uh)
(Got to keep him)

Don't be tryna give me no apologies
Take all of that bullshit leave it off of me
Cuz you fucked up I don't know what you want from me
But it's gonna take much more than just apologies

Started out in Watertown, Wisconsin
Born 7/9/04, first of five kin
Momma was a christian, while daddy was full of sin
Always heard stories about then, things changed when
Daddy was around 16 when he had me
Meanwhile Mom and Dad couldn't stay happy
Living on Boughton street where things were shabby
Not a lot of food so momma had to stay crafty

Never really got to be a kid
Always worrying about where we gon' live
Daddy start drinking, make sure I hid
Four bottles in daddy would lose his lid
Start breaking breaking things, didn't want to be amid
Cuz daddy slid, and I had to be outta the way
At times we'd live in a hotel just to stay safe
Cuz drunken daddy was a nutcase

Don't know where I'd be without my siblings and my cousins
Uncle Nathan and my grandmas constant loving
Not having a real father was rough and I had to toughen
Dad would make promises but I knew I couldn't trust him
My love for him only started rustin'
So I started adjustin'
For 14 whole years he'd given me nothin', man

Don't be tryna give me no apologies
Take all of that bullshit leave it off of me
Cuz you fucked up I don't know what you want from me
But it's gonna take much more than apologies
So don't be tryna give me no apologies
Don't be tryna give me no apologies

Forbidden clown, forbidden sound
Alone on my swingset on the playground
Bound to be another tragedy
Catastrophe to a masterpiece
Just a casualty to my reality
Fallacy to ya fantasy
I'm damnably, craftily spitting rhymes practically
Imma beast rapidly picking up speed
I take the lead of my calvary
Manfully pickin' up my salary

Man who said I could be bested
Can't tell you times I been tested
The others gettin' congested
My cruel verses get me arrested
Nothing but attested, when I was contested
For having this lyrical infection
I requested to be protested
Please march on me like the rest did

I know ya hate to see me winnin'
All the attention I been gettin'
Got your elbows sweatin' got em drippin'
Mad cuz I caught you slippin'
Knocked you over while I caught you tippin'
Steady getting women while you steady simpin'
Mad that I'm gifted?

Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin
Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire
I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know
Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin
Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire
I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know
You gave me a sweet beat showed me the cheat sheet
Flow keep beats running Through these streets MY cd's
On repeat ears meet lyrical heat MC's retreat at least
Verbally poetry heavy and deep they sleep on me mentally they
Be comatose Factually Over loading yo flow capacity my tenacity
Written craftily actually I Reside where beats And lyrics collide in
The midst great divide I've pied metaphors and Similes you cannot
Survive your facts be fake they lies open wide deep dive cowgirl
Ride then walk the Track outside hoe a side anotha rap hooker just
Died mama don't Cry tears from your Pretty brown eyes I don't lie
Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin
Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire
I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know
Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin
Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire
I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know
You was never a dildo still yo why we never got a deal tho but the son's of
Geppetto Flow just to watch their noses grow from their lies that they tell porque
Eso altos fronting Soprano actors manipulating verbal factors they ain't the real
Mccoys plastic girls and Boys need plastic toys just to bring your girl joy hey yo
Pinnochio faker than falsettos Sweeter than amaretto you better obey
Geppetto high Steppin' flows stellettos who Inspire higher levels of verbal fire
From the furnace the Mic spikes blowing speakers and
Stage lights the dark phrase of your Life might manifest stress but lyrically your
Success Is a small dick trying to make a big
Pussy stretched they don't feel it that verbal void you Can't fill it
Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin
Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire
I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know
Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin
Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire
I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know
I'm a monster I munch ya fake ass truck like tonka
Black people made your sound Willy Wonka
I don't salute ya but execute ya running round your stage in a white suite uh
Minnie the moocha your flow tired retire whoever did your beat should be fired sound
Man is deaf & wired you payola to repeat your skills obsolete you rape the eardrums of
The street Cosby Weinstein type tings money ova talent you are not the greatest you
Great less create less stop leaving hip hop with your mess yes let the ancestor reset
Your mind to a time when you valued the bass drum and rhyme when money was just a
Consequence of hotlines and money didn't mean you HAD HOT RHYMES
Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin
Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire
I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know
Was a dreamer but the dreamin' got tired and the man with the crooked grin
Gave me a hot beat and set it on fire
I got crazy flows in my arsenal they like boy you cold I'm like yeah I know

I mean played out not wise and bold flashing gold
But the truth of their existence is totally controlled
So the "Ghost" sing of spring underground until you revolt
To behold the foretold "King" has come
You bitch ass niggas run is done
Yah
I’ve been rapping before you could buy a book on how to rap
I been rapping since when battling could get your whole crew clapped
And most did it for knowledge of saving they self; from catching a rap
So on sheets of murdered trees, I learned reasons to write rhymes easing the pain
Of disease of loss of identities, we still slain
From these stillbirths we get money but without wealth my people we still hurt
Yah, yah
So on Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch for the sweep
But for the rest of the quarter, you better watch out for the "King"
Steadily growing this sovereign tree, none of their roots go as deep
Slaying giants without a fee, foo fighting for my people freedom (Dumb) niggaz (Dumb niggaz)
(Dumb niggaz) foo fighting for my people freedom (Dumb) niggaz (Dumb niggaz)
We saying you insane revolt, 45 colt
Make you sane bolt("Usain Bolt"), with the click-clack of the bolt
These dark figures be wild when they off of the boat
Slave ships and whips, made us niggas cause we broke
So we still act like niggas when we broke
Instead of painting pictures with each stroke, like period Baroque
Fugazi's on their period over performance placement and smoke
Young and old jokes, white-nose label distasteful off the coke
Didn't know I was a god, good thing that you awoke
For if you disrespect the Holy Ghost, your souls' breath maybe choked
Or head placed in a rich white women's lapel, like a blackamore broach
Blindly they grope on a slippery slope when it comes to going toe to toe
With the king
Super blue blood moon, lunar eclipse
I spit Israelite ambrosia from my lips
Pesach hip hop we sit atop with the/e gods
Bars upon bars, Kerrigan Nancy your knee with "The Crow" Brandon Lee
Get you blown like you was from the set, though
You was on the set in the scene for sho(sure/show)
I’m Batman, Batman in the shadows
Shining light at all of the shade they throw
Or crafting some jade in(Jaden) to stone
As a maker of high art that thou shalt see
Was destined to be the new liturgy
Craftily crafting what shall come to be
Of the labor and worship of all humanity
New rule
Young dime thought she was an Einstein
So she cried when she got sodomized by a Weinstein
But when lost Hebrews get killed by police can we say "me too"?