Myka 9 - Poetry Takeover lyrics

Haiku D'Etat's a poetry takeover [3x] Haiku D'Etat [Verse 1: Myka 9] Our genre is in a state of Johnny come late Awkward armor Won't tear the skin off a cherry harmless Can't scrape the surface of a grape Snake charmer raking in at an alarming rate Bad karma bait for entrapment Warning wait before debate dharma Find your own style warm up Practice - rehearse Tune in to what's boomin' Soon a verse will match a track that hits worth the while To develop your own pocket for rap tricks Their organization will collapse quick stylistic The current so called aristocracy Of the underground and mainstream have a vacuum People were taken from home and culture Poachers stole our beliefs and wardrobe no closure Suppressed the music and tools in school abusive Unless you were privileged But hip-hop found a way over the inner-city village What happened to the days of climbing charts and reading them too What we need to do is be more haiku to determine who'll rule [Hook] Intelligence is raiding Ignorance is fading - Dignity Haiku D'Etat's a poetry takeover Path that we are paving Road that we are taking - Integrity Haiku D'Etat's a poetry takeover Community educating Woman and man relating - Unity Haiku D'Etat's a poetry takeover Legislature changing Because of demonstrating - Victory Haiku D'Etat [Verse 2: Aceyalone] When the time comes where the art Is in the hearts of the people They'll take you & keep you Away from these evils But until then you're subject To the burning of the churches The books & the artwork And the findings to the searches Black ball of the music Controlling of the airwaves Hoping for a clearway When it's crowded up on the fairway Locked up at the entrance Blocked up at the exit The soldiers on the front line And the gun line that protects it The hiding of the scriptures The order of a new world The red pill or the blue pill Divides us into 2 worlds Seizing of the regions Taking of the spirit Executioner with no face and The public who fears it The answer of the questions The griots that spoke it The teachings of the old world Tradition never broken When they can't see & don't speak And claim they never heard For the pain & the pleasure And the poetry of the words [Hook] [Verse 3: Abstract Rude] Saturation is played Our maturation and age Has readied us for the stage Evacuating the slaves Half of them underpaid They're laughing behind your back Not learning the right training Walking the wrong track Talking the rap slang and making contact With the youth of a like mind I'm pumping your lifeline And the saga continues Just like in a opera Act 1 Scene 2 There's not another you out of all these people Haiku D'Etat the antagonists' fall And our rise to glory Ride through and leave the town void of a viceroy It's an overthrow when the old one Ain't governing in fairness Then guerillas come in rushing him Get him out of there embarra**ed So unaware and careless It would lead to his pinch For with greed they would hoard And gorge every inch Besieged by who he befriended close Or not to be deceived By who he depended on most Now that's the question [Hook]