[INTRO]
"Do you want to leave the pact, and live amongst the humans? Even if a wolf takes the guise of man and lives among them, he can never be truly human. This is the moment where you must end the tale of the beast who gets involved with a human, put an end to it now while you're still a beast" - Mamoru Oshii (Jin-Roh)
[VERSE 1]
Ayo that satellite perspective/
Them hovercrafts and spaceships/
Illuminating your third eye visual/
We battle off like Indians across the system's Sierra/
Speaking Ebonics amongst the Natives/
Who never degraded us for the glory/
(never degraded us for the glory)
Sumerian prophets/
African apes up in your projects/
Under the spotlight of the moonlight/
Treat these Devil's off like they're pagans yo/
We never cared about your statements/
Them holograms construct basic/
In comparison to my arithmetic/
Or the d**h Star that I dwell within/
Anunnaki, Anunnaki who Fathered Africa/
While Mother Nature cradled her glory/
From the burning Sun came the Holy/
My metamorphosis in comparable/
To a caterpillar with paralysis/
I'm an Egyptian Luciferian/
On the battle grounds of the Golden Palaces/
[Chorus]
And we're screaming triple seven
While smoking with our brethren
Cast our thoughts above the Heavens
And speak the Ancient language
Pour some liquor those that made it
Holy water for them pavements
Once you past beyond the physical
It all comes back to VII
And we be screaming triple seven
While smoking with our brethren
Cast these thoughts above the Heavens
And speak the Ancient language
Pour some liquor those that made it
Some Holy water for them pavements
Once you past beyond the physical
It all goes back to VII
[VERSE 2]
Ayo that satellite perspective/
Them hovercrafts and spaceships/
Quoting Makaveli's k**uminati/
Busting infinite shots up in they body/
And I'm barely high my n***a/
My flow is that of immaculance/
See I'm a five percenter/
And I'm walking with five percent of the world's immaculate/
Now follow me follow me now/
This isn't a Renaissance/
More like a rebirth/
Til the day that I'm dead in a black hearse/
I'm a pharaoh who's spitting black curse/
Like f** em all/
The Holy Lands mean more to me than your popularity/
And I'll travel across the Gothic Seas/
I'll never put a price upon my dignity/
See you could never replicate it/
And half of these cats who're gripping the microphone/
Be spitting flows that be out dated/
So don't go asking me about beef son/
Knowing damn well that I buried them/
After I wrapped them up in a blunt rap/
And I smoked them out like a cancer patient/
That's overk**/
And I'm humble God/
The fact of it is that I'm too real/
They couldn't stomach up the reality/
Like a Black Jesus above the 7th Seal/
In the world we've built/
I'm walking solo for my atonement/
All praise to the gods above/
For shedding light upon their created Omens/
[Chorus]