Mr. J Medeiros - Kinsmen lyrics

Tell us what the math is Judge me like I'm Elvis to the ma**es (Chuck D's devil with the masters) Or any degree thirds preferred Burn, Hollywood, burn until all of you learn Until all of you earn your pa**es You want to write a pa**age you need a right of pa**age A rose is just a rose when only seen through colored gla**es Some make the honor roll even though they skipping cla**es Ain't ever gonna blow unless you see a roll of cash Or be a brown nose (do you sniff or kiss a**?) This is how it goes unless you beat a different drum Watch me beat you with these drums mother f**er whiplash I don't normally use f** but I had to write this I don't usually give ones for the self-righteous I'd rather confuse them to try and enlighten Cus in their own way they've all abused us with silence Now are you listening then turn about face If it ain't about religion its about race And if you ain't up on your sh** then it's about chase They wanna run you till you quit it ain't about race Guess I'm an alternative christian Cus I ain't tryna alter natives to be christian Offering no ultimatum to be christened I'm saying we're all AllttA mate are you listening African kinsman traveling inland Maybe after millions of years of being fish man Maybe after millions of years we'd coexist and Act like we're listening man are you listening? Let's take it back to this rap and my skin tan I'm saying pigment fact or a figment Now let's take back to when none of that existed Now let's take it back to something that Rakim said It ain't where you from it's where you at That's if you see yourself clearly on the map Now are you listening then turn about face If it ain't about religion its about race And if you ain't up on your sh** then it's about chase They wanna run you till you quit it ain't about race