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The Language
by KngSav
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Life is stranger than fiction
But few believe it
Entire lives spent
On imaginary achievements
Imagine life spent
On some shit worth seeding
Oh please
It's my people I believe in
You know you like the truth kicked proper
Your honor
Ain't worth more than a fist full of dollars
Ain't worth more than like 99 problems
So
Know who you are
I've crafted something critical
It's laced in the bars
Woven through the literal stars
Focused on parietal thoughts
So structural integrities lost
Epiphany the language of god
Yeah
Gods of the soil
Walkers of the land
Them Scribes never told us
Bout the god in the man
Yeah
Gods of the soil
Walkers of the lands
Scribes never told us
Bout the god in the man
This
The realist shit They never told ya
Motion Like a locomotive
Destined-Nations
Crafting
Blackened out equations
Darkest before light
Future pictured like a painting
With
Different values and coloration
Stroke of the brush
And
Every shade finds its placement
Administrating silence
Can't reveal all of the changes
Cuz
When you high enough
Man they just can't see ya
Staring out the pit
They just can't beat us
Tinted like clay
Blood red
Yet they callin' us slave
Take us out our element
While we still in our space
Flip it on its head, when you learn what to say
Life is stranger than fiction
But few believe it
Entire lives spent
On imaginary achievements
Imagine life spent
On some shit worth seeding
Oh please
It's my people I believe in
You know you like the truth kicked proper
Your honor
Ain't worth more than a fist full of dollars
Ain't worth more than like 99 problems
So
Know who you are
I've crafted something critical
It's laced in the bars
Woven through the literal stars
Focused on parietal thoughts
So structural integrities lost
Epiphany the language of god
Yeah
Gods of the soil
Walkers of the land
Them Scribes never told us
Bout the god in the man
Yeah
Gods of the soil
Walkers of the lands
Scribes never told us
Bout the god in the man
This
The realist shit They never told ya
Motion Like a locomotive
Destined-Nations
Crafting
Blackened out equations
Darkest before light
Future pictured like a painting
With
Different values and coloration
Stroke of the brush
And
Every shade finds its placement
Administrating silence
Can't reveal all of the changes
Cuz
When you high enough
Man they just can't see ya
Staring out the pit
They just can't beat us
Tinted like clay
Blood red
Yet they callin' us slave
Take us out our element
While we still in our space
Flip it on its head, when you learn what to say