[Intro]
Rap came from us. It started in the South Bronx
It started with conscious rappers
So to my brothers and sisters who are rappers, seeing that you are a part of a scheme that you don't realize, that you are an unwitting collaborator in a scheme that is to destroy you and your future
[Verse1-Narubi Selah]
Let's be very clear
I ain't here to drink beer
Smoke weed, shoot the breeze
And break bread with you
I'm only here to resurrect the living dead with you
Thought it was some kind of a game, I'm not playing with you
I've got the moorish war lords
With my [?] sharp swords
Ethiopians with white faced camouflage
Already disciplined and ready for that sabotage
You listen to Minaj? Word?
You should k** yourself and everybody that you came with
Arrangements out of jurisdiction no arraignment
My name gets mentioned through the ethers through high frequency speakers
Certified, 45 get in line
Make this revolution rap your favorite pastime
Make listening to coon tune your very last time
Last time he was CO and now he's gangsterfied
Pushing keys, catching bodies, man somebody lied
I rather listen to that god noise [?], with fly boys organize an army bang dead prez
Understand I'm not a missionary just a devil's adversary
Extraordinary complement the fez
And most listening are subject to conditioning
They need to hook something snappy just to pull `em in
I truly sympathize I hope this pretty singer satisfies
Now should we get back to business then?
[Verse 2]
Separating gods from the n***a men
Separating chicken heads from the h**nes
They tell me constantly that I should change my content
You're just too conscious maybe you should narrow in
Rhyme more about that street life, h**n
Make it amplified, glorify the hell you're in
But where the hell you've been
Clearly you don't know me then spit flame, ethanol
[?] Pink has set it off
I gang bang on opposition 'till his head is off
His arm, leg, leg, arm nailed to a cross
You're not a mob boss Florentini Macavelli
Closest you are to Italian is sauce and spaghetti
The flow is deadly, hip hop jihad medley
They could tell I was a rebel the moment they met me
Got to respect me, the 85ers wanna s** me
Occupied by the five, still I let them sweat me
You can bet me, phoenix if they try to dead me
And the republic of gorillas still ready to rep' me
I pull verses from my spleen for the have-nots
Who seem caught between the rocks and the hard spots
And most listening are subject to conditioning
They need to hook something snappy just to pull `em in
I truly sympathize I hope this pretty singer satisfies
Now should we get back to business then?
[Verse 3]
I'm not the only one can tell that somethings going on
We hustle harder every day and barely holding on
These big banks getting breaks that would be gully on
And they'll freeze your a**ets keep your skullies on
The same Babylon, upgraded, red bottom
And he was about that revolution 'till the Feds got him
My mans gots that 3 to 5 for a bag of weed
But be a priest and rape boys walk scot-free
I bet you're thinking that I'm kidding 'cause I'm throwing stones
It isn't me, it's ancient masons in my chromosomes
Impatient ancestors raging through my ribosomes
Sea scrolls translated through a microphone
The freedom banger I'll hang a Margaret Sanger
Planned Parenthood and every hood would like to thank her
Bankers, Rockefeller, Bilderberg, Unicon, DuPont, IBM, Unicef and Viacom
My verbal firearm will annihilate the infrastructure
Kemetic lexicon 'cause I don't speak the tongue of s**ers
I'm born degrees of the royal pedigrees will leave the may 16th in my afterbirth
Still
Most listening are subject to conditioning
They need to hook something snappy just to pull `em in
[?]
Narubi Selah