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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 OUR 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