Tekneek - Most High lyrics

('Troy' movie dialogue) Achilles: At night I see their faces. All the men I've k**ed They're standing there on the far bank of the river Styx They're waiting for me. They say, 'Welcome, brother' Achilles: We men are wretched things Achilles: I told you how to fight but I never told you why to fight Patroclus: I fight for you Achilles: Yes, but who will you fight for when I'm gone? Soldiers they fight for kings they've never even met They do what they're told, they die when they're told to die Patroclus: Soldiers obey Achilles: Don't waste your life following some fool's orders (Hook) Who is the one - Jah What is his name - God Who is his son - Ra What is his aba - Yah Where is his - Amis-tad Somewhere they're - Amen-Ra Allahu - Akbar Cut, cut, from the deep in the Congo's Worshippin' - Durga Cut, what is his abayah Yah-hu - Yah-hu - Yah-hu [k**ah Priest] Who so loveth the destruction love of knowledge For he that hated reproof this brewage Clueless, foolish, stupid, the truest Wit two fists, five loaves of bread Take the Priest and his robe Then pa** the rest of the dread Now that the supreme flesh has been spread And the elect has been fed I unveil in the flesh Melchezedeck Throw rose pedals in front of his steps Gold medals upon his chest That old devil is a mess Vex in his Lex A man should be satisfied wit good by the food of his mouth In a time of drought, his roots should still sprout What the owl sees at night So he should seed the speed of the field mouse Priest the old tree wit broke leaves Restored, pure, got up off of that cross Brushed his bloody towels off Took a shower, washed off the saw Cover up the holes wit tats He's back, no remorse, Five Mics in the Source Five lights in his thought Shines bright for the loss The wisdom of the prudence is to understand his way But to follow ya fool is deceit And discrete and deceased (Hook) [k**ah Priest] I inherit genetics, esoteric from a ghetto's perspective Poetic rebel, objective, on many levels, selective Constitutional laws, pharaceutical is yours Bad fools create mad moves The beef you eat turn us into a brute beast Your intestines are infested wit germs The terms - the garbage they injected Make it hard to digest it The pork on your fork create a corpse The chicken they bring from the kitchen Prepared by Satan's henchmen George Washington chopped down a cherry tree But that cherry tree was a Cherokee Corrupt Government, Mobsters bury G's These Black leaders hate me like they Pharisees Everything I do the Pharaoh sees The Mayan calendar checker, for updates on America The letters redeemed, fully beamed, face gleam Like Moses from the burnin' bush I turned and look at my homies while they was burnin' kush They all had this concernin' look I spoke and said "Return the books" Open and read my eternal hooks See my writin', it's frightenin' as my journal shook (Hook)