N***a, you betta drink half a gallon of
Shaolin before you pluck the strings of my
Violin, my life is orchestrated, like
London symphony, concentrated. N***as waited
And waited. I'm birthday wistles, belated
Blow out the candles, I wait in the
Darkness, like a vandal. the silloutte
Of set in this mirror on the mantle
Fire place is in the heart. water
Places the art 'round the island of
Desiring wheremost primitives stalk
Sacrificing their daughters, but these
Primordial waters carry a feminine
Agenda that no man ever taught us
True they captured and caught us
Transported, sold us, and bought us. they
Constituted and lawed us, distorted truths
That they taught us. we rebelled, then
Fought us. we conformed, then
They formed us. Now you n***as rhyme
'bout material possessions. My adidas are
Three years old, like my daughter, n***as
Rhyme 'bout alize and need to rhyme about
Water. but out of chaos comes order
Out of chaos comes order out of chaos comes
Order....Fake n***as run for the border
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LA LA LA LA
In a past life I was a woodcarver's knife
The sharpened blade of a woodcutter
The eldest son of the chief's brother:
Maker of drums. we scraped the
Inside of goat hides to seek the hollows
Where sound resides, offering the parts
We did not use to invoke the muse
Music of the ghettos, the cosmos
The negroes, the necros: overcomers
Of death, disciples of breath. dissection
Of drumbeats like Osirus by Seth
Breakbeats into fourteen pieces
Dissemble chaos, organize noise
A patchwork of heartbeats to ressurect
True b-boys. be men let's mend
The broken heart of Isis. age of
Aquarius. mother nature is furious
While you rhyme about being hardcore be
Heartcore. what is it that we do art for?
Metaphor. Medicine. it's an age of
Healing. why not rhyme about what you're
Feeling? or not be felt. deal w/ the cards
You're dealt. calling tarot readers and
Sparrow feeders to cancel the
Apocalypse....metaphorically speaking
(meta: greek for beyond)