My pastor asked me if pass this acting and transy rapping
My style past these ashy larries and pansy Catholics
Smash the glasses of patriarchy and fuck all the missionaries of war
Who pick the fights with the poor
I see the sight of a scope
With a clip inside of the pole
I’m aiming at the any placements of Jesus up in ya home
Kicking inside the door
These racists went out the way to say witches are in the wrong
And our visions do need assistances

It’s ritualistic this ink has been on my skin and pigment
Missionaries sicker inhibitions are evil wicked
My people get it we’ve seen the picture and lived isn’t
Our grim existence in equilibrium with evil spirits?

Colonizers not hard to find in a hostile land
Prison with the prison food the contraband not lost to man
I’m African I try to to do all I can and I know this damn
Live in inability when all lands been lost to man

Revolution and execution lets set the mood
12 guns let em through, bourgeois dead and poof
Sheeit its survival with every place that we taken to
Throw them up let em shoot, fist up let em through
Y’all need to throw up ya gunz
Y’all need to load em and pump
The battles over but I swear the war has only begun
These n***as owe you enough
You let the story be done?


I hate to tell you the cops won't save you
They’ll harm and play you
Blacks will be smashed like grapefruit
Blood is splashed like reygo

Where the madness takes you
You in heaven and glady's wake you
The night is so sad and special for the devils

Hear the whistle and think you standing right be the kettle
You see the evil its waving so blatantly I don't get you
Fuck your grievances or any opinion you wanna say too
Cause where the fuck was you at we needed you