Cyrus Malachi - Spoken Word lyrics

".. balancing in the immortal words of our negro poet Don Cornelius, 'peace and soul' " [Intro: Cyrus Malachi] Yo, this is Cyrus Malachi I'd like to introduce a very unique artist Goes by the name Amenoir And i'm saying, spitting very poetical darts The Kemet Revivalist Movement Bets kept secret, best believe it I'm on [Verse: Amenoir] For all my commandos in locks, braids and cornrows Follow these flows and we master new millenniums Being placed in ghetto dungeons Wild 'cause we're being beat by beast with [?] style truncheons Organise your movements Organise your movements, minds and money for the revolution ain't funny Local vanguards like Nasheron, Cyrus, Cyrus Malachi Follow we, align against the common enemy From Brixton to Hackney, calling all real gangsters in this war 'Cause if you're a true gangster then know what you're fighting for Whilst public politicians devise new game plans to destruct man Devise new distractions to implement new trends Whilst we, whilst we forget about fighting for the nation And fight for the grunted ends Yeah blood, it's your choice, taste my tears, now hear my voice From my, from my cerebellum, I keep telling' em I keep telling 'em, I keep telling 'em from Kenyans High up in hills in battle hills, talking about military sk**s and Mau Mau manoeuvres From intruders governed by Gay Edgar Hoover To remove the rise of a new black messiah, angel [?] COINTELPRO yet to expire, higher from deep deep deep Deep from atomic [?] made my stomach ooze from your pores Transcending telekinetic ways of struggles of Moors And maroons made my vanguard voice and vernacular vehicles transport you to a Shanghai ma** warrior tombs Where the tombs stay forever wet Drenched with our tears and libations, taste my tears Now feel my venom when I tell 'em For my cerebral cost to my cerebellum see i keep telling 'em I keep telling 'em the revolution ain't over It ain't over and if you're still Driving Miss Daisy I'm flagging you down, yo blood, pull over Keep your eyes on the prize, keep your eyes on the prize Taste my tears, taste my tears, taste my tears