[intro]
Yo um, this one's dedicated to the one them call Culture Freedom… yeah

[Verse 1]
So many have waited
For someone such as myself to go solo
Oh no, oh hell, black prevails, brain cells
[To ???] a positive thought to help create this, greatness
Your posse tried it but they failed and my p-osse
PRT posse founded by some teachers
A couple of microphones then turned tables into speakers
Wisest manifestations of the words I manifest
Support from all the Gods up in Divineland Projects
Yo its a black thing
And other than down won't understand
And when I'm speaking upon a God I must be speaking upon a blackman

[Hook]
You, black man! Tell the real story (x4)

[Verse 2]
So I proceed
To teach you from three hundred and sixty degrees of what you're lackin -
The fabrics, core knowledge of yourself
Many felt, the coming of the lord and the lord came himself
Couldn't send nobody else
Black people, stop and take a look at where you're at -
Projects, modern-day cage for the blacks
Wake up - from these animalistic problems
Give them back their Bible, cause it's unable to solve them
We must come together as a people
Teach each as an equal
About the right way to go
Yo, take off your cross black, because it's crossin up your mental
You fail to comprehend the flow and I'm kickin it to ya -
Kickin it to ya straight from Divine Land
Speaking upon a god, so I must be speaking upon a Blackman