The Dissection

Soul is sometimes defined as the essence of the human spirit In the popular music of the 1960s, soul meant something more tangible It was a shout of joy, a cry of pain and an emblem of uninhibited self-expression Dreams of living big, la vida loca Peep the return of the Phoenix mistaken for a joker I wear my heart on my sleeve, I pump the music The pulse in my wrist will circulate the flow and make me breathe I came from dough, celebrate my roots without the trees The pen my weapon, you get to stepping, it’s rest in peace Black excellence, I separate the sentiments Inspect the failed experiments of military regiments Historical facts that sent us back to the exodus Blacks Jews that drop Jewels, it’s unprecedent The dreamer, the prima of the underachievers Shadow boxing of Sun Tzu make an overnight believer With balls of Vegeta It means nothing in this world that make your soul grow cold like Frieza Pull the lever, I’m changing the game Yeah, my shit about to drop, it’s silence As they scream for me to drop diamonds like Cassandra Cain Let me spit another verse for ya Let me dissect who the best, you bring the best lawyer Then maybe we could get a judge to oversee the case Prolly' call the police 'cause normally they chase B I leave no trace My sentences is sentences of murder Boy I could go to jail for the things that I though of Boy I could write in Braille if they wanna feel the product Niggas bang for the Rolex as they rob for the Prada On social media they all Aphemia for all the cheers and likes That’s how I know you'll sell your soul for a pair of Nikes I ain’t better, I’m lost on the path to the afterlife Don’t wanna be fresh to death, yeah I wanna be fresh to paradise On the steps after Christ, when my wealth maximise The conundrum of the cake that we chase in the slice of life It means nothing when you buried in the lonely ground Wishing for a holy ground, pray my homies hold me down Yeah The dissection, the perfection, yeah!