Yo, um, this one's dedicated to one of them called Coach of Freedom.
So many have waited for someone such as myself to go solo.
Oh no, oh hell, black rebels, brain cells, contributed positive thought to help create this greatness.
Your posse tried it, but they found a mafiosi.
PRT posse founded by some teachers.
A couple of microphones to turn tables into speakers.
Wise as manifestations of the words I manifest.
Support from all the gods up in the bottom.
Land projects here, what's a black thing?
And nothing that I won't understand.
That when I'm speaking upon a god, I must be speaking upon a black man.
You black man, tell the real story.
You black man, tell the real story.
You black man, tell the real story.
You black man, tell the real story.
Prophecy, to teach you from 360 degrees of what you're lacking.
The fabric's for a knowledge of yourself.
Many felt the coming of the Lord and the Lord came himself.
Didn't send nobody else.
Black people, start to take a look at where you're at.
Projects, modern day caves for the blacks.
Wake up from these animalistic problems.
Give them back their Bible, cause it's unable to solve them.
We must come together as a people.
Teach each as an equal.
About the right way to go.
Yo, take off your cross, black.
Because it's crossing up your mental.
You felt to comprehend the flow and I'm kicking it to you.
Kicking it to you straight from the vine land.
Speaking upon a god, so I must be speaking upon a black man.
You black man, tell the real story.
You black man, tell the real story.
You black man, tell the real story.
You black man, tell the real story.
This is ghetto, 100 % rough.
Like a hallway up in the land.
Projects where the PRT, PRC stay.
Why must we try to be materially financed?
I'm not selling drugs.
I'm for the people of the vine land.
Low income projects, that is.
For righteous deeds to keep the head above negative.
Well, very true.
But what must one do to get it through to you?
Speak with spoken to, across the microphone,
then simply bomb a feeling.
Not right, low life's not the ghetto type.
We're using ours for the hype.
I'm not kicking it to you.
Not kicking it to you straight from the vine land.
I'm not speaking upon the god, not even speaking upon a black man.
You black man, tell the real story.
You black man, tell the real story.
You black man, tell the real story.
You black man, tell the real story.
You black man, tell the real story.
You rich black bitch, tell the real story You rich black bitch, tell the real story
I use this fabric, this fabric called knowledge of myself
It keeps me striving, rising to the tip top
High up, dimension, or rock you like a shocker to get attention
Gods are ruling up in hip hop, why stop?
When I drop what I top with insight
Light for the spot, not rose to the left, right, right
Meaning black, be exact, you put the needle to the wax
Come hear my actual facts, make of the owner
Dreamer of the planet, my life be a habit
Many of the scraps are understanding, I'm gonna give it to ya
Giving it to ya straight from the vine man
Speaking upon a gossip, I must be speaking upon a black man
You rich black bitch, tell the real story
Like I said, strictly for the wonderful, I'm calling for freedom
You rich black bitch, tell the real story
I use this fabric, this fabric called knowledge of myself
Gods are ruling up in hip hop, why stop?
