Tony Moon - Not Fertha Ma**es lyrics

They say the bra** on my african masks keep the ghosts away But at night i hear what the ghostses say, they Tell me to flow this way Revolt and save your folks from pain Sandwich n***as trying to be heroes catch an open face So i'm underground like its opus dei - i hope for days we don't have to give the homeless change Elusive as the memories i've smoked away The smell of dead first borns and locust plagues Pagan stars and the cycle of solar rays swim in my dome for days Organize it all and spit it in the poems i play I hope the heart and the mind can both relate Mentally, spoons get bent when i'm stoned like ben grimm High - it's like i'm flying on the wing - i'm a gremlin Trying to sabotage the system from within Its more than black and white when i strike to avenge kin [Chorus] This is not for the ma**es And its not for the pa**ive The fact is, we're different fabrics In the same tapestry This is not for the ma**es This is for those with a pa**ion Into takin some action This ain't what it has to be Burn the system down I'm sick of sittin down If it comes to spittin rounds I'm gon' do it - thats the only way i know to start a movement I should stop smokin, i'm too lucid The government's proof's got holes like that d12 crew kid Their smoke and mirror illusions? i see through it Though they keep tappin my rappin i keep movin With speech proven to be deadly In deep medleys - i'm the rumbling in the beast's belly Tryin to purge like an olsen twin sister's urge Like the opposite of the urge you get from herb In other words, like another language One shouldn't have to die without first knowing love and anguish So i bring both to you in lyrics i sculpted and painted Shared with the sheeple uncut and and untainted [Chorus] This is not for the ma**es And its not for the pa**ive The fact is, we're different fabrics In the same tapestry This is not for the ma**es This is for those with a pa**ion Into takin some action This ain't what it has to be I write a verse, descend from the air and say it In aramaic - properly prepare the pagans For the rap space invasion, sacred sayings Preserved in caves in cases Tone tucked away his pain and anguish In ancient language Step on stage and he'll blaze you with his laser larynx Blazing haze 'til his brain's the clearest Destined for fame, my flare's the rarest While rap cats chase tiaras Son i'm here to change the game like che guevera I swear i'm so quick to test a crew Bobby fisher in a world of checkers duke You've never had no compilations, yes its true But tony moon is still getting the best of you The last standing Until the cia claps me in the back while i was lampin like fred hampton