I'm sitting on the side of the street  snorting white shit that speaks to me

With a colt 45 of corruptions madness on my mind advertised by the cops

Cuz these niggas be 1984 all over again

And I can't seem to endure anymore

So Gimme a hit of that p Funk

That paper acid and parachute and pane that makes you forget about pain

That make your body die before you even remember you were enslaved

Dang

 

Yea homie My mind is on the high way

Sniffing rose quartz crystals and moonrocks

That free my aura and make me pop lock

Stop and drop

Dear Uncle Sam

Never restrict me from what I am

Only the god could do so

Even he knows your trying to plot on me

Trying to commit to your sorcery

Putting rabbit names out of hats like nigga , money making Mitch

Making our leaders disappear from  eyes

Hiding reality with the coke and Cush smoke  

keeping fake shit televised

 

But now I'm controlling these parts

i could control the wind and limit

That's why I'm human aura

I'm Prophecy

The holy bible

Holy Torah

Only excitement youll ever witness

I'm Izzy

Praising spreading gods words like X

Mind as well call me him

Cuz I rather fight then feel

That I'm bout to be killed and absorbed by my will.

And it's not just me

But the ones that are already slayed

Speaking of

 

Gardner

Hamilton

Anderson

Brisbon

Brown

Ronald

McDonald

Micheal

Jr

Till

Gill

Smith

Kendra

Parker

Rice

Akiel

Gregory

Sean

Sharisse

Samuel

Phillip white

Ezell ford

Eric Harris

Walter Scott

Freddie grey

And the rest that remain unnamed

 

stealing us was a good thing

Sadly their allergic to tell the truth

That we were inferior and the feared

Bending us like time and fitness

Attempting to imprison us on a mission to take control of our brilliance

So What you gotta do nigga

Are you gunna watch them control us

Be a bump on a log

Be a raisin in the sun

Be a apple in the witches hand

Or will we all blow up

blowing tunes through lunar wombs

Impregnating stars and giving birth to suns

Turning tables at the age of 1

Beating infinite mixes with these sacred drums

Freestyle for awhile in native tongue until Jesus comes

Beat boxing the suns fumes and the moons we tune eventually making us bloom

And out of darkness comes

 

Us

 

Us

 

Us