Latyrx - The Quickening (The Wreckoning Part II) lyrics

[Lateef] Solesides Alright, alright, alright Let's get one thing clear right now Lot of emcees out here claiming that they got styles And that they tight, huh But I don't give a damn about none of them Cause, see me [Verse One] See, I'm gon' be alright, live my life as long as I'm alive I ride on five-eighty, but I'm not an eighty-fiver Usually exit high enough to fly like Egyptian gliders Bringing the message to the black man like Elijah Honourable, did I mention, ain't no dissent amongst the strivers No tension or fights, there just be lessons in life I'm a subscriber to the Call that's Final Fiend for the knowledge like my DJ fiends for vinyl Hold the microphone like a habitual user, like winos Clutch wine bottles, in my d**h grotto Until my skin gets mottled, don't expect to get coddled Cause see me, patna I wasn't raised in no family that got up to pops reading stocks It was more like he was down the block At my uncles' rolling up chops, getting off knocks Had the whole damn neighbourhood on lock Back before the game was hard like rocks Yet lightweight like Glocks, and this sh** don't stop It's as frightening as the idea of a million black men Marching on Washington might have been to some people But then only if we're not equal As shoulders get colder, individuals get older and bolder I ain't buying what they sold ya, I'm a soldier The Warriors first round number one pick like Joe Smith Thought I told ya I ain't average, I manage to move my mandible rapidly to scold ya Got a powerful role as flamby as the average n***a's plan B Ought to be running sh** in '96 ala Marcus Camby Can be, can he do it? All night until the early morning Break of dawn light, I flow like fluid out your spigot Rough and wicked when I kick it [Hook] Yes, righteous and I might just never even quit Because it's only to the will of Allah that I submit Righteous and I might just never ever quit Because it's only to the will of Jah that I submit like that [Verse Two] The name's Lateef and if you've got beef You'll get cut up by the butcher's cutlery I'll sink my teeth into your neck like a mastiff Fool, you're weak, I got five on your cheek I'll crash the boards and gla**, slam that a** as fast As Shareef Abdur-Rahim, clean the gla** I must do that, degrees that keep the sh**stem up Victims for pickings, royal stickings, stick with poli-tricks And politicians acting like they on a hell-bent mission For the annihilation, desolation of the human nation Brother, listen cause they're testing my faith What I'm feeling is the wreckoning, the quickening Expression of the manifestation of victory Regardless of societies that sneak around in secrecy You see ­ it gets deep, deep as history Creeps like time since 4000 BC, it's not a mystery Lord knows, revealed to my soul and it shows I spit flows that'll rock past the 21st century They trying to keep it real, but compared to what When there ain't even no backing to their pa**ing buck When you shift from the material sh** they get stuck Trip, they gone slip, throw up a brick, in the clutch All because they really just don't give a f** [Hook] Yet I'm righteous and I might just never even quit Because it's only to the will of Allah that I submit Righteous and I might just never ever quit Because it's only to the will of Jah that I submit like that