The preacher of freedom, justice, and equality, to you, my beloved people, the lost and found.
Micro, macro, paradigm shift. Hype those black folk, now the times switch.
Internal jihad, moving for a fight. We rooted in dirt, but yearn toward light.
Chakras illuminated, need no sun to see me. Vertebrae vibrate, awaken Kundalini.
We ain't just souls, that pain is throes. The ones who walked the universal laws and made them so.
Y 'all rebel men, go tell a friend about the pineal gland and neuromelanin.
Just hoping to plant some seeds, with these advanced degrees.
Carefully, I drop this degree. It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God to greet.
My mind's so advanced, you can't listen to this super -scientific power.
Am I a therapist or the rapist? I walk a straight and narrow left line through seven different phases.
No more questions on the questions that the answer raises.
Style phases, work your way through, no hollow phrases.
Another syntax error, not quite. If you're intangible, I'll squint and let me turn down the light.
Some say I'm speeding, check the speedometer. A complex God has more degrees than a thermometer.
Now in my neck with you, think a little faster than the 85 % who walk around mental bastards.
Backroom goes to knee to a depth, something grim with their thoughts so shallow it couldn't even touch my Tim.
They're the money makers, the shakers, the movers. Forgot about the side and went main with a maneuver.
Like Luke says, guns go pop pop, that ain't hip -hop. It's time for them to get walked on like a flip -flop.
But fuck it, I don't have the time. Here I go with my shit.
My mind blows a nerve, then I kick another fly -skit.
Sporadically, automatically, and regardless of the name, I never try to take them out of they savagery.
So there it is, plain and simple, cute as a dimple. Don't be surprised when my thought busts out your temple.
Lost in the sauce, dirt in the mix, dirt in the lesson. I don't know the answer, ask yourself the question.
Tearfully, I slap this degree. It ain't hard to see my seas need God to greet.
Talk about today's mathematics. A trial advanced placement in a fact, fact, fact.
Tearfully, I slap this degree. It's the mystery to solve, so seek and define, define.
Better, better, more intrusive and better. Scientifically, you're realistic with God.
Name first of that body.
Old regional nation of the Earth.
The Black Man.
