Poetic - Saviorself lyrics

[Verse 1: Shabazz the Disciple] We live in a vicinity of enslavement, ruled by a trinity of cavemen Stole black virginity by plagueing Inhabitants of Canaan. worshipping some idols that are graving Masterminds behind blood spilling the pavements [Verse 2: Poetic] What's the wavelength acceptable, two [?] Seeing make brave men more susceptible to germ more vegetables Injectable mic flow is flammable Stainless brain chips, you need survival manuals [Verse 3: Shabazz the Disciple] Describer of the annual, demise of a whole tribe of animals I hope what I describe is understandable Modern day Delilah's paralyze the man in you Solomon be wise and an*lyze what's damning you [Verse 4: Poetic] Phantom flew through ya, human computer Should have stocked cans of food om your maneuvers Better being in the club scene sipping Kahlúa Ran in the tunnel like rats in the sewer [Verse 5: Shabazz the Disciple] The ghetto children being smitten by the ten plagues Drugs, diseases, war, etc, we Pharaoh slaves Like Musa, we hear rage up out the caves Give y'all the proper nourishment so y'all can be saved [Verse 5: Poetic] The slangs hit portions of unpopulations Sound paper on some Ford Coppola sh** Then my divine will define and find grapes of rap into wine That gots kids flipping in the times [Verse 6: Shabazz the Disciple] The system was designed to strip 'em in the mind Force 'em to the underworld to trick 'em into dying Instead of living inside, they praying to the skies There's a Heaven in the afterlife, don't you wanna die? [Verse 7: Poetic] Convulsions will fly to the body from the airborne host Right through your eyes and ya nose So I deny, your contaminated clothes exposed deadly contact Tongues collapse in crack combat [Verse 8: Shabazz the Disciple] Tracked by the oppressor, unemployed black professor Cracking under pressure, now's he's strapped as the aggressor Turned amphetamine chemists cause we lack black investors Cause [?] are finished, fans attack and arrest ya [Verse 8: Poetic] Cardiac arrest ya, be the recipe, biochemical entities That's slipping the babies [?] bottles of Hennessy You packing a slug, professional crooks Like medical books and the poor get jux [Verse 8: Shabazz the Disciple] Shook hustlers get booked on drug warrants Them s**ers be in protective custody turning informant To admitting to corrupted officials and laying dorment Till that day they found hung in their sell, slain in torment......