"pharoah" poems
Check it I be the mic originator greater than the next hater
So my nines will degrade ya send ya back to ya maker undertaker
Shake ya
With my earthquake flows formin' portals bigger than the black hole leave ya third eye swole
My thoughts travelin' faster than the speed of light say goodnight from the snake bite
A rhyming python wears cables and nylon runnin' bars harder than marathon true champion none could knock a don
Birthed by the sun raised by moon Sonic booms soundwaves from heart rates feelin' doom and soon
To be resting in the womb
The belly of the earth retaining my turf know my worth make words hurts
So suckas better tuck in ya skirts
I'm catching mirth
Along with death til my last breath cookin' up rhymes from the *** of my mind n continue to shine
Its asinine to flex ya mind if you cross the gun line don't be a victim of a graphic design
(Ya tapped out)
Scatzzz all over the kitty katz with my woody bat making them brains cracks
Cells it ain't hard to tell ****** fear me cuz I be the archangel Michael
fallin' deep into the depths of my hell o well
If you try to inhale my lyrical tales this ship is set to sail
On ya brainwaves these days fools rappin' for cheap pay lookin' all gay **** that I rather use the AK
Sittin' by the window seal signing the release will my soul'll still
Be reaching regardless the hardest artist
Usually ends up a carcass manifest the darkest
Rhymes but shine light at the same time crime at an all time
High once I blaze my thoughts cells fought & caught
By the smokin' arrows of a ghostly pharoah
Thats just my ancestors though lettin' me know it's time to show and go blow for blow toe to toe
Hands or the chrome pistol
The ghetto Aristotle makin' bodies mold from the enemies that caught a cold
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
SLOWLY the Moon her banderoles of light
Unfurls upon the sky; her fingers drip
Pale, silvery tides; her armoured warriors
Leave Day's bright tents of azure and of gold,
Wherein they hid them, and in silence flock
Upon the solemn battlefield of Night
To try great issues with the blind old king,
The Titan Darkness, who great Pharoah fought
With groping hands, and conquered for a span.
The starry hosts with silver lances *****
The scarlet fringes of the tents of Day,
And turn their crystal shields upon their *******
And point their radiant lances, and so wait
The stirring of the giant in his caves.
The solitary hills send long, sad sighs
As the blind Titan grasps their locks of pine
And trembling larch to drag him toward the sky,
That his wild-seeking hands may clutch the Moon
From her war-chariot, scythed and wheeled with light,
Crush bright-mailed stars, and so, a sightless king,
Reign in black desolation! Low-set vales
Weep under the black hollow of his foot,
While sobs the sea beneath his lashing hair
Of rolling mists, which, strong as iron cords,
Twine round tall masts and drag them to the reefs.
Swifter rolls up Astarte's light-scythed car;
Dense rise the jewelled lances, groves of light;
Red flouts Mars' banner in the voiceless war
(The mightiest combat is the tongueless one);
The silvery dartings of the lances *****
His fingers from the mountains, catch his locks
And toss them in black fragments to the winds,
Pierce the vast hollow of his misty foot,
Level their diamond tips against his breast,
And force him down to lair within his pit
And thro' its chinks ****** down his groping hands
To quicken Hell with horror-for the strength
That is not of the Heavens is of Hell.
8.3k
I'm a Kool g rockin' coogis poppin' coochies
Haters get murked like Colhese my rap lease
Debutin' numero uno the heavy weight sumo
Born on Jupiter raised on Earth my heart's colder than Pluto
Mic judo flows stickin' of ya corticals
Check me in the articles I be the broken particle
Of the universal ya need rehearsal **** goin' commerical
I lay raps like a hearse flow for rappers funeral
I a criminal none keep gats by the abdominal rhymin' phenomenal the mighty Apollo
Blazin' my cocoa flippin' crime like Bardellino
One luv to my nino got it locked like a Vegas casino
We checkin' ya dough at the front door so stop ya show
Fronting and stunting once my nines get the hunting
Bullets spikin' like kickers punting raw taunting
Game hungriest similiar to the lochness
Mon-star far from subpar rhymes ride bizzare
A pharcyde takin' ya into a spiritual homicide converged to the angelic hide
Still a crime shame all of 'em say the same
Thing flexin' diamonds on they pinky rings yet another sad soul that sings sub siblings
To the underworld debators contract initiator so you can create a
Pace between the stage and the audience face
**** that rather keep a gat tucked in the front or the back
With wisdom to rack
Imagine that fools breakin' for stats? see where my heart at?
Diggin' reachin' into the minds of the youth with the brutal truths
Chippin' my tooth
From killin' booths once I plot ya will ya loose
bringin' the ghetto blues and cruising *****
Still a sober jealous God am I call me Jehovah
Tactics of a Cobra one strike it's over
Venomous ridiculous hataz so conspicuous
Hatin' us only to anger my artillery surplus and who bust?
More rounds than Matt Dillion coatin' ya brains
With my lyrical penicillin stealin'
Back the spotlight
Catch the bright sunshine that stares into my mind
A Pharoah prophecy laid in the back of me
Head til I touch my final resting bed I'll embed
The realist **** ya ever heard shooting a bird
To all my enemies I blast at 'em with as the bullets herd
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
(for Nietzche, who cowers behind art.)
The world calls the conquered ******
to remember that the sun every night yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise
when there is no guarantee, no promise, no sure thing.
Yet still it yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise.
The world called Canaanites ******
while they traded and toiled along the shores
of land promised to the aged heretic of Sumer,
whose wife could give only love.
The world called Hebrews ******
while they raised Pharoah tombs
Provided respite from the eastern chariots
Stubborn in refusal of the living gods
Drinking only Eloheim's bitter grape
That provides brief respite from his decrees
When delving deep in one's cups.
The world called Britons ******
When flogged Boudicea fought and fought and finally fell
To Roman spear and gladius
When Angles and Saxons raided then stayed
When Cromwell climbed the pale cliffs
The world called the Iberians, Gauls and Teutons ******
when Caesar crossed the Rubicon
Pax Romana for Citizens born
Land for the wealthy, voting rights too
Taxes and tithes from their toil.
The world called the Khoikhoi of South Africa ******
From the VOC to fatal Apartheid
Up rose a man
The heart of the land
A man named Nelson Mandela.
The world called the Viet Minh ******
from Can Vong to Dien Bien Phu
'till they slogged howitzers above
to reign Napoleonic terror below.
And to them it was just
The American War
After the world called them
Vietnamese.
The world calls the conquered ******
to remember that the sun every day yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise
When there is no guarantee, no promise, no sure thing
yet still it yearns
to rise, to rise, to rise
'though it never watches its own rising
undoing raiment of fading embers
swimming naked in the royal blue
bathing all with daily newborn naked glory
chasing the celestial tidal tease
that seems to wander where it please
reminding that all are born free
but can grow into ignorance
and be called ******
Seek truths
that hold in unity;
that provide nourishment
beneath the lash
allowing one
to rise, to rise, to rise.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
I love my black cat,
for all his brokenness, his brain
damage, his tendency to
drool and
to fall off
things.
I love him dearly,
in spite or perhaps because of
these various defects,
and he loves me back
with a fierce and simple purity
like only idiots can.
Still, I
sometimes wish
we could time travel together,
he and I,
and I could take him to Ancient Egypt
and show the Pharoah, the priests, the acolytes and the slavedrivers.
I'd show them my wonderful cat
with his wobbly eyes, his
flailing windmill limbs and
his perfect idiot love,
and I'd tell them all:
'This is your God.
Reevaluate.'
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC
I'm too big for your suitcase-
My life is a hell;
I thought I'd go with you
When they ring that bell.
I thought I could fold
My face to my knees;
Wrap my arms round my legs,
Hold my breath until three.
Then emerge from the suitcase
Unscathed as you please,
But there's no way I'll fit there-
I've eaten too much cheese.
I'm too wide for the zipper,
It won't close or move,
And worse, it seems stuck there-
Right in my groove.
I'm too wide for the zipper,
And it's teeth are now stretched;
If I just had no feet
I would feel much less wretched.
My head doesn't fit,
And my arms much too long;
If I could get shortened-
Would it be so wrong?
I thought I would fit
In your suitcase, to hide;
But instead, I'll just mail me
In a big box, inside.
Like a tomb for a Pharoah,
I'll have room for my parts;
On my way to you now,
To reclaim my lost heart.
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 8:50 AM UTC
Check it out I learn knowledge of self
To up my health now they movin' in stealth gainin' mental wealth
Cuz im long lasting tongue is blastin'
A million rhymes infectin' the mic right?
Ya loosin' sight ya thoughts going braille
Welcome to the 9th Gate of hell where I sail
On brainwaves my heart craves for the saves
Of hip hop not from Atlanta but a brave
These idiots crave in a rage cuz I'm turning the page
Back to the first scene of hip hop see how my tape pops
ears cropped mouths begin to drop from the rhymes that I
cop
Into ya corticals breakin' in to ya local articles full of arsenal minds a carrousel
Since I was an embyro I knew I was built for
******** a punisher
Ya fallin' way under
Evil content words laid immense never consent
To plans of a Masonic establishment
broke the lease I'm hear to visually increase
My linguistic is mathematics so have at it
Stab it and I'll break the habit
No ropes around my brain absorb the pain
Once I reclaim my domain a Pharoah to a King ?
Huh? my word sharper than a Marlin philosophize like Carlin
No short bargains bump political jargons
While y'all arguing I'm upping my mind for wisdom
To grow while others thoughts still covered up in snow....
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
Airwaves awash in the new gospel barrage:
calling forth the neighbourhood hack,
Abe Lincoln toon in towering hat,
the corporation is coming -
will you not
collaborate my friend?
Everything good that you ever dreamed of is here:
Marbonite floored flats with self-terraced roofs;
The swankiest of cars, in imported hues;
Your arm candy drools,
now, brands, bigger brands!
All in your grasp, now, in community gates
shut safe as society decays.
Skies spitting frogs? Pestilences amass?
Listen to the Gospel according to Bane:
in the desert, smell octane. Hallelujah,
everything we make, from watches
to headscarves - your underwear is cheaper
sourced from the next so-lala-land.
Forget your sources tiny of incomes varying:
Bakers, cobblers, tinkerers, we also have
a uniform for you. Oh you rustic
tradition-bound bandy bumpkins!
Abandon your alleyways, and
welcome to the ghettos...where
What you eat, to where to retreat:
we cure everything from heartache to panache.
Wash away your sins in wonder medicines;
Waters can part, yes, see how the Pharoah
is disarmed; Big city dreams, dream
global manna beams. All that is needed for
salvation, is a little bit of classification. Are you
left-wing or right? Center-left or center-right?
The powerdrill tearing down edifices
resonating through noon. A crane arm's shadow
hovering high by the moon. Tablets from skies
now proclaim the new gospel for the land,
the airwaves are awash
of the miracle of Witwatersrand.
The corporation is coming, to a store near you:
Amen! Will you not, then, collaborate, my friend?
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
Moses ran from Egypt.
Into the wilderness.
Turned aside to see a burning bush.
God's Presence.
Sandals removed.
Holy ground.
The call.
Argued with God.
"Send someone else.
I'm a bad choice.
I'm too scared.
I can't talk.
You don't know
what You're doing, Lord."
God's patience.
Tried.
By Moses.
But still He was kind.
"I will be with you,
the entire time."
How long was the gap?
While God worked on the heart.
Of Moses.
Until...
A trip to Egypt.
A step back in time.
"Let my people go."
But Pharoah's heart was stubborn.
New Moses.
Shows courage.
"Let my people go!"
But Pharaoh says "No!"
So...
Plague after plague.
Until a King's son lies dead.
Pharaoh said "Go!
And please...bless me."
Exodus.
Slaves set free.
But Pharaoh changed his mind.
Again.
Egyptian army pursued them.
Red Sea.
Before.
Enemies.
Behind.
Where is God?
Are we going to die?
Moses' staff.
Stabs the sea.
"Behold His mighty hand."
There will be victory!
God's people.
In the middle of the waters.
Running.
Free.
On dry land.
With a wall of water to the right and left.
At God's command.
Hurry! Hurry!
See Pharoah's army!
God where are you?
Are we going to die?
Israelites.
Safe on the other side.
Egyptian enemies swallowed up.
By the tide.
Rejoice!
God has set us free!
Moses the warrior.
Led God's people.
Into the wilderness.
Of God's Promise.
Moses led.
A stiff-necked people.
And talked with God.
Face to face.
In a cloud.
"Please have mercy on Your people,"
He prayed.
Moses, once a weakling,
became a warrior.
For God's hand was upon him.
Every step of the way.
Until his face shone radiant.
With God's glory.
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 6:53 PM UTC
Some times I pray for the Lord to take me away
From the pain that stays and friends went astray
Once I hit the bottom of the crab barrel
I a ghostly Pharoah living life on death row
My soul inside of a atom'd shell well
Ain't nothing but hell can't even bail
Only if my life got tooken or naturally Rosen
From a unwakened sleep my conscious speaks
Tryna break free but I gotta lotta work clearly
I know they fear me cuz knowledge
Is dangerous G see how many form up as enemies
After ya royalties ain't no more loyalty
Once they see the building of a dynasty
I resurrected as a king corruption born into a ring
Of a fire I'm king Tut risen from the grave givin'
Nothing but revisited pain that stains
Ya master plan I got a powerful clan
Who all pack at least fifty grand packing the stans
And turn haters into fans without even being mainstream man
Restrictions of land plot riots got brought
Unto the community guns and drugs separate unity
They disputing me cuz I speak truthfully
Most fools be spitting for mass publicity
But I gives a **** about the industry
It ain't what it used to be so many phonies
Acting like they ya homies when they holding pistols
Behind ya back my minds spins black
Back to the days of where realness sits at
That's a preposition **** the intermission
I know the rap game is about the commission
Since hataz sho they neck they bound for lynching
No disrespect to the deads souls that dialed connect
Down the gun line all I need is one line
Like to Nas gun line broke the laws that define
Me as a ***** I stay holding my trigger
I try to spread love but most miss the picture
A photograph of his last laugh before ye see the blood bath
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
My mother paints the Tokyo cherry trees.
She sketches the butterflies of Siam.
Some day, she'll bring my children
Their very own Indian elephants.
She wants to put an Asian painting
On every wall of her house,
But her African sculptures
Take up too much space.
I have never left my home, but she
Has been to the nooks and crannies
Of the pharoah's tombs in Giza,
And to the silver church of Kizhi island.
She brings them back to me
In pictures and words.
She holds Russia in her voice
When she tells me of a woman in a shawl
Who didn't smile for a picture,
Or a young couple on a moped
Who held a live chicken in their arms.
I shall never have to leave the safety
Of a warm sunday blanket,
When her arms are there to hold me
And sweep me to Arabia.
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 3:22 PM UTC
the pharaoh's
tomb whispering
to the
constellation of
Cassiopeia
saying that
i am ready
to take
this journey
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 3:27 PM UTC
i went to the pyramids to the pharoah ,land
in the land of sun surround all in sand
i step inside a tomb to see what i could see
and read all the artifacts about its history
there were lots of statues carved with lots of care
depicting all the kings that were buried there
then i saw a skeleton very thin and gummy
after all these years i had found my mummy
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
Endlessly, relentlessly, you make
haste by unbroken parable, cry
incense incensed, censure me, call
names of the unjust, we’re unjust, there’s
unbroken like fish and bread in
multitudes, swing low and wide on
fingertips that have never known bare
skin the way I have known
yours, chariots lost on pharoah’s
feet and dying prodigals covering
little ground.
Calling him, you came like
waves on shore parting for
boat hulls, licking up
starboard side thirsty for
purpose, raising church in three
days making metaphor into
matter, I met you halfway, holding staff
still dripping crimson on toes that
hadn’t yet touched the sea.
We made miracles.
I’ve yet to find contentment among
tents pitched forty days
ago, dusted in sugar burning
tongues too used to manna, leaning
‘against winds that
whisper designs o'er mount Sinai,
whisper Pontius Pilate condemnation,
whisper platitudes Peter proclaimed
before **** crowed thrice.
Crucify us.
We don’t dare step down.
Raise us.
We’ve yet to sin.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
Paris looked out outside the Trojan Wall
And what he saw he did not like at all.
He viewed Achilles in one of his rages, close to the city.
And looked upon the Trojan dead with horror and pity.
I must do something, he said, as he left his room.
Who he encountered next filled him with terror and doom.
She called herself Essence, and she was a queen of the Hittites.
She told him with a grim look on her face, Achilles must die tonight.
Here is my bow, I have arrows that travel to spots in armor narrow.
They are fitted for war, I got them from the Egyptian Pharoah.
Paris shook and said, But I did not use a bow except for sport.
You must remember I am known as the coward of the King’s court.
Essence shook her head and said, No, you must **** Achilles dead.
That is what the prophecies and the written word have said.
Come let us climb to the high place, so that you can see his face.
Shoot an arrow into his breastplate, and make his life a disgrace.
Paris was muttering as she led him to the top of the rim.
She wasn’t as pretty as Helen, but she was more regal and grim.
Essence pointed down and said, See Achilles, fighting like a madman?
All of the archers are missing him, because they have bad hands.
But I will guide you into the truth of your destiny to fire this shot.
Perhaps we will save Troy just yet, with everything that we got!
Paris jumped back at her intensity, but Essence continued.
Achilles under all that armor is a man of bone and sinew.
He would not let Hector rest in his grave, dragged him like a slave.
Now it is time to give Achilles the burial to whom so many he gave.
Paris fired an arrow, and it hit a Greek but Achilles he missed.
Essence pursed her lips and grabbed his hand to say, You aim like this!
Paris fired a second arrow, and nicked Achilles in the forearm.
Essence said, Stop aiming for flesh wounds and hit where you can do harm.
Paris fired a third time, and hit Achilles in the neck with skill.
Then simultaneously, somebody hit Achilles between his ankle and heel.
Achilles toppled from his chariot, and the Greeks in horror fell back.
The Trojans suddenly heartened went full-blown on the attack.
Essence grinned and said, Tonight we join in the slaughter
And push all of the Greeks past the land into the waters!
She went down to take up weapons, and Paris stood in awe.
He didn’t know if he should worship her because he did not know who he saw.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC
Life started out rough
As a baby
All I knew was **** brothers
So I had to be tough
Daddy gone
Momma was strong
Did everything to keep me right
But I always ended up in a fight
Mind ain't right
Cuz my heart fearless
No tears held my anger
Felt no love to a mated stranger
Entice to danger
Quick with my left like Tyson
I aimmin for ya eye
When I connect
With these thangs I slang
And if all else fails
I grab the tools ya know the rules
Snatchin' jewels
Like a nine to five
Robbin' was the only way to survive
Seen my first dead body
By the age of five
Ever since then I knew I was born
A ghetto child
Stuck in wild heart tryna reach out
But I can't find grief to let it out
So I'm quarrel keep a loaded barrel
Battlin' this system Modern day Pharoah?
I'm trapped with no where to go
Stuck in the mix life's a ***** *****
World full of misery don't blame me
Though Only god can Judge me!!
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
A brilliant Profusion-
in death, leaves are proud!
(No Pharoah or King
have enjoyed such a shroud.)
They flutter on downward
upon the stiff breeze.
collecting in piles
nearly up to my knees.
The rasping of rakes
is a familar fall sound.
An unwanted tribute
I collect from the ground.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 6:55 PM UTC
Eyes of the desert
Soul of a pharoah
Mysterious man
Wise as a hermit.
From taciturn glances
To timid approaches
His subtle slow movements
Then turn into dances.
Warm like the sand
Cold like dutch winter
A contrast of both
You won’t understand.
He’s noble to many
And close to a few
This guy is a gem
Too rare for this world.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 1:29 AM UTC
No time for what's wack! The Most High's got my back, Thru the path I have chosen, I'm understandn and knowing, it's lonely at the top, this be dvine HipHop, heavenly power, like a souljah standin in the tower, advising the people, yo here comes the beast! This time war will brin peace, as I use MY PIECE, I got my glock, locked and loaded, I built not stolen, I b Neo Lady Righteous, when I grab the mic, all who breathe the breath of life feels it, good vibes, holy minds, due time!
Spreadin the wealth of knowledge and comprehension, intel on all we do so do well, time will tell like bredren Marely spoke it and sang it, rock dem bells likE RUN DMC rapped it! This is a spiritual gift, todays uplift frm my soul to urs, sistren renaissance rox the universe with this converse, makin all evil disperse back to hell, Holy words makes it freeze over! Brimstone and fiyah! Ahayah is highYah and deepah! Loves us with divine power! Release the angels within, everything u do manifests, Who u reppin! Don't sit on the fence, decide which side u on and stick with it...unless u wake up in babylon and ur heart speak to u, don't ignore the God within, free ur mind and soften ur heart! I SAY PHAROAH, LET MY PEOPLE GO!
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
Moses was an insurance salesman
Sold flood insurance on the Plains
No matter how much he prayed
There was never any rain
One day when Moses had turned 40
The Lord said you will lead my people free
Moses said , "Say what ? Are you talking now to me ?"
Go tell the Pharoah
"Set my people free . Or I will devastate you until you listen to me ."
So reluctantly he set out
with his wife and family
Hooked up with his brother Arron and together they made history
Well you probably know the rest . Frogs and grasshoppers and the flies were such a pest
But Pharoah remained steadfast
until the Angel of Death flew by
That was when the first born
were all doomed to die
So Pharoah then relented
Bade all the Isrealites please leave
Even gave up all his gold
and suggested to the others
that they should likewise give
But the Isrealites were hard hearted
They had little to do with their God
So Moses led them out into the desert
Until till they were covered by the sod
And Moses reared a new generation
more devout now than the first
They would go on to populate
everywhere on Earth
But Moses was a man
doomed
tied now by his sin
God said because of that he couldn't let him in
But God showed Moses
all the promised land
from upon the mountain top
where both of them would stand
Moses could see it was raining
falling hard into the sand
Now what of this eternity
Is it now at hand ?
Then God took away Moses to where he did not say
I'm sure God shed a tear in private upon that fateful day
See Moses was a man
not unlike the rest of us
He put his faith in his God
and gave him every ounce of trust
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
There once was a crocomodile
Who lived as the lord of the Nile:
He once ate a pharoah
From meatballs to marrow
While crying and wearing a smile.
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 9:33 PM UTC
-------- tea and Sisyphus
Bruno paused, at his interface
with the printable word form,
he paused thinking in writing
"this is so important, I must underline it."
I thought it, of first importance.
The concept of all fruits freely eaten from,
but one, knowledge, right of all sorts,
all species fruit, branch, root and leaf,
all intervvining chthonic molds to make soil,
goodgottamight jus' gimme a blackland farm.
let ol' pharoah done be drownded
goodgottamighty , oh yah,
jus' gimme a blackland farm.
Science, long now, sudden
eruptions of just too much to think about,
like the size of the Earth in his hands,
relative to the post JWST visualizations we share,
bring it in, too wide, ballein, throw out a thought,
an Earth baseball sized, no problema,
in your hand, your mind hand, your typist hand,
keyboarding second nature, like a callous
on the middle finger
of a scribes writer hand.
Often offered up as proof, see this finger,
this proves I wrote the whole pile crushed,
in the shipping and storage of Ashurbanipal's
collection of books, which Solomon told him,
when they were swapping wives and concubines,
was a vanity and a vexation of the spirit,
But this calloused finger, the mused mind reminds,
this finger proves I came through history,
I did not make history.
Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 5:43 PM UTC
yea bro i could see prophecy
laying on my conscious vividly
got enemies in a flee
as i tick like a flea penching nerves cant dogde or curve
my intellect which selects
from semi to auto my frame
blowin up like octane no remains
cuz that ******* numb my brain
straight insane i can hear the rain against my window pane
its sunshine and darkness at the same time bust through the rhymes entice crimes
once i open my mind pack twin nines while puffin on pine
let the bass thump for alpine
one time
gotta look out scopin with my optics operation ghetto hard to let go
of all of the pain as i strain
every ounce of this jane
man i miss my homies
who died and gone
but every now and then
i hear them through this song
wind blows against my temple
maybe its my ancestors speakin to me
now i got the power of nat turner
lookin for my adversaries with the burner
uh i create more chaos than Bagdad
check the mystics out my Goodie Bag yea
yea popped off my collar tag
Gave up my house and the jag
refused the goodie bag
that the government handed me see me
I be in hibernation secrecy
with all types of weaponry
from guns to arrows keep eyes on the sparrow
**** the modern day Pharoah
even though they want six feet below
but my conscious risen
awaken opened my mind up from bakin'
no Time for fakin' takin'
every chance I get
to crus corporate ******
then let the maggots
feed off there earthly flesh I can attest
as I bomb this muthaphukka
and put all my adversaries to rest
know I'm seyin
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC