[Hook: Enoch]x2
We spoke our mind but know it's time that we devote this rhyme
To all the folks that placing hope inside our focused minds
But no matter what we wrote we in a hopeless time
Don't be surprised I ain't quoting those whose spoken lies
[Verse 1: Enoch]
Provoking hope and I'm opening up the minds
While invoking such a culture what's wrote is just so divine
It takes a system which is broken and focus on what defines
The very people that's imposing their notions one at a time
Cuz we're confined deep within another's illusion
And suspended in a state that's been falsified with confusion
All the fake is just shaping you a delusion
So we'll make 'em pump the brakes while we're bracing for an intrusion
And we're infusing our music with sacred science
Taking aim at those abusing influence we're in defiance
Of the people whose views cause you to choose to use violence
So we're speaking fluent despite the cues to move silent
And you can count us as reliant cuz all you'll find is the best
Cuz when it's me and Starzyk rhyming we're climbing above the rest
Now you see it starts with timing we're mining from in the chest
So that's why we stay defining inspiring write a check
[Bridge]
[Verse 2: Starzyk]
It's that vibrating god saying I've been on my job lately
Hopping of top I'm popping your girlfriend and she's ovulating
Overpopulating this earth is a birth of lots of hating
Contemplating observating this ganja for Rasta blazing
I'm kinda crazy it's hard when they constant paint me in these walls
Try to shake me up my faith will be no cause
When they blatantly show off what it takes to see your god
What I gotta do to prove whatever you do is optional
Got with the prophet no Masonic Messiah Ebonics
Speaking until I'm in coffins I ain't talking no phonics
I'll be honest f** the silence live it up we puff the chronic
It's up to bro what up psychotics ironic cuz I'm iconic like Pac is
And lots of prophets couldn't top this concoction
So uncommon the logic food for thought unconscious
Ain't no f**ing with these prophets we hot as sriracha sauces
With rhythms that get you nauseous so sick it's syphilis b**h get off this
[Hook: Enoch]x2
We spoke our mind but know it's time that we devote this rhyme
To all the folks that placing hope inside our focused minds
But no matter what we wrote we in a hopeless time
Don't be surprised I ain't quoting those whose spoken lies