Lyrics:
Prescription medications bein taken by the future
Crush em up and snort em modern-day karmasutras
Loosen the nooses they choosin Blues till they're
They want more, more, more, more
ENOUGH!
Driven by magic and the old
Into slavery the young are sold
At what point have you had enough
It's time
[Verse]
In Behistun's mountains, a tale unfolds
Ancient whispers in the wind, secrets untold
Carved in stone, a language lost in time
Resonating
nothing on
The Zenith like Rae
Black hand white keys ya'll seen this I’m Ray
Got more white in the hood than the KKK
The grand wizard of that almighty
the blood of a virgin."" One time they were like, ""Why do Jews eat Chinese food on Christmas?"" I was like, ""Well, King Schlemiel made a deal with General
It's time we take a look
At intrinsic visions that got us shook
Dimensions skipping a beat to the hook
Of pretentious decisions of defeat written by
a better way
What's going on
When we politically blind
Can't see the signs of endangered times
What's going on
[Nelly Furtado:]
Ah tell me
What's going
Cold blooded, out in the streets
Looking for something, for someone to believe in
Times are hella rare now
Once you get in, can’t get out anyhow
and the sun says
The answers in me, so I search through the darkness
Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost
Lord, please tomorrow ain't
that Nipsey Hussle stole the key, nigga
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred (yeah)
And I stay blunted (yeah)
'Cause I do what I need
mothers
And black mothers need sons
Not children that's been killed by guns
It's, just another form of slavery, a modern day lynchin'
The others get
the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair!
Let go of my motherfuckin
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
you high
I lift you when you low
It's black to the basics
Black to the basics
Black to the basics
Black to the basics
Strictly for the gods
I'm calling
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
It's been said that our true value still remains untapped
Many have spoken of the black currency
An exchange item
The black currency is backed by
freedom, thoughts of a black president
And rap about a black crack, the mayor in our residence
Give me a break brothers, it's time to take a stand
can't hang we out like no clothes on the line
We ah black star line but in ah modern time
You don't see how we suave
Educate by Garvey
Yes we using
modern man
Body counts increase by thousands by the hour
The sniper on reserve blastin hots from the water tower
Absorbin' energy from the sun MC's run
My
Now bow to your Modern Messiah
Modern Messiah
Input the code
Trip on the wire
Now bow to your Modern Messiah
We’ll play it behind his case
I have prepared for the worst but this is so much worse than death
Rejected by the hands I expected to protect me
My sacrifice not more than
Of truth, Asiatic discipline's frightenin
some who act dumb embraced by decadence
The weak in the wake of true black militants
Hear the call and all heed
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
the master key to open all the doors you desire
I’m from a world of jealousy, hatred black to black
They only love you when you gone dead
Destiny awaits don’t
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