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I SPIT FIRE CALL ME IGNITOUS
GOT FLOW LIKE AFRODITOUS
VOLCANIC WHEN I IGNITE IT
A PRECIOUS JEWEL COMING LIKE THAT OF ZION
AWAKENING THE MYSTERY BABYLON
DO YOU UNDERSTAND ITS THIS LAND THAT WE’RE STANDING ON
THE ROOTS GROWIN FROM THE BLOOD SHED BY OUR ANCESTORS
DO I FORGET AND MOVE ON OR BEGIN A REVOLUTION
IT PIERCES MY SOUL TO CARRY ON
TO DUST OFF MY KNEES AND DISREGARD
AS IF THIS SHIT NEVER UNFOLDED
IM JUST READY TO EXPLODE, SHIT
EMOTIONS NO LONGER CLAUSTROPHOBIC
THIS DIARRHEA OF THE MOUTH I CAN NO LONGER CONTROL IT
AND MY HAND I WONT FOLD IM TAKING THE HIGH STAKES ROAD
PUTTIN EVERYTHING ON THE AWAKENING OF OUR LOST SOULS
IM BUSTING OUT THE TRUTH SO LEMME IMPREGNATE YOUR EAR HOLE
THIS SHIT THAT GETS MASS MEDIA REVIEW
IS ULTIMATELY WHAT THEY WANNA MAKE OF YOU
YOU KNOW THE CHAIN FLASHING AND BOTTLE POPPIN
THEY LOVE TO SEE NIGGAS SHOOTIN AND BODIES DROPPIN
ALL APART OF THE MONOPOLY A SYSTEMATIC SCHEME
SOME SHIT THEY PUT FORTH TO CONSIDER YOU LESS THAN A HUMAN BEING
BUT IN MY SCENE, I SPIT TRUTH AND ACTUAL FACTS
SO IT APPEARS AS THOUGH I MAY NEVER GET THE MAINSTREAM RADIO FEEDBACK

Until the End…

Tired of the bloodshed from us killing us.
The hoax, the distrust, it was all a set up.

So now we see the opportunity to step up
But you turn your head and focus on the
nikes for you next get up.

Our Priorities are ALL fucked up!
I try hard to refrain from profanity but there is no other
way to express my feeling towards the inhummanity

Can I help you to help me as we embark on a plan
to help WE?!?!

I gotta puff on this weed to keep my sanity, visual
reality, as I watch this travesty unfold undoubtedly

Thine Heart knows the Glory but thine eyes watches the Story
Of another Mother’s pain burying her youngest baby boy.

So who’s the real culprit as they use us for a decoy
To portray us as thugs and thieves is to label us

So show us who’s the REAL American Gangsters
Frank Lucas was just a pawn to bring the REAL ruckus

What about the Bushs,’ The Rothchilds and The Good ole
Rockafellas??!?

So Let’s not give up on us because the battle has just begun
Using poetic form, it is a messenger that I’ve become

Release the shackles subconscioulsy embedded in your
heart and Spirit

Know that the seat of the beast is COMING DOWN pay attention
to it

Its in the weather, can you feel it? 90 degrees in APRIL??
tornadoes in strange places?

Not to mention the wildfires Steadily burning in those
DEVILISH states…

And as their fate would have it, the under dogs WILL WIN
Because this race IS NOT given to the Rich and wealthy but
to the MIGHTY warriors who endure UNTIL THE END…