The Birth

Yeah, you knowwhatimean? Cuz yo, this right here Is called Knowledge of Self When you apply that to yourself, you know yourself You understand, yo, it's gonna get your third eye opened You can see things for what they are, and not what they appear to be Wanna kick the knowledge and pass this information to you? Yo, there go the God right there, yo Peace, Born Knowledge Peace God (Peace what up Bobby?) Yo, yo... don't even call me Bobby no more, man (What I call you?) My name is Prince Rakeem (Today's Mathematics?) I see Today's Mathematics is being wisdom Let me explain to you this way, God, the way I see it [Chorus] Ever since my Birth (no one there!) I've had no one to care (worried all I know... yeah!) They say wisdom, is the wise words spoken By a brother attemptin' to open The graves, of these mentally dead slaves Who've been lost on a cross, for decades And centuries, lookin' for the liberty But receive nothin', but misery And hard times, and things of that nature By the devil in a genocide caper Little Boy Peep, has lost his sheep But I found 'em, in a deep long sleep Nine thousand miles away from home Livin' the life of a modern-day Flintstone We the people, supposed to be equal But the men who wrote that, they was evil Slave owners, who did not include us They just used us, and abused us First they trick you, then mentally kill you And use technologies, to rebuild you This whole plan was a perfect scam See that's why they called it, the Six Million Dollar Man Six is the limitation of the Devil In the Million square miles of land that he settles Put you in a three piece suit, give you loot Chemicals in your head to make you look cute They use you as a fool to deceive your own people And fillin' my children head with pins and needles But I'll take out the pins you inserted And I'll avenge all my mothers that you murdered And brutalized, by this modern form of slavery To speak the truth it takes bravery And no man could stop my flow Because I know what I speak and I speak what I know What, becomes of a broken family? Dreams are crushed and there's no more family [Chorus: x2] Yo, as a life can be slowed down 20 frames per second Seen through Panavision The inner light inside my mind's shines expands the prism A man of wisdom, victorious and the glorious Sight beyond sight we stand up as Divine Warriors Who smite with the mighty right hand of God Yield the holy sword, swings the holy rod Then bathe in the pond of Nirvana, escape the realm of Karma Allow the true grace of God to shine through my persona And build the reconstructional terms that's constructive As we destroy the negative germs that's destructive Productively, sincerely, we uphold the righteous banner With the gold touch of Midas, mold the righteous hammer And anvil, to the sound of Man-drill Ignite to the speed of light cause time to stand still Rewrite the script of Egypt, who made the Holy Bible Or Koran, how long ago, who made the Holy Title? Of I Self Lord And Master, who control the vital Parts of your heart, who wrote the wise recitals? Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head Still puzzled like the jigsaw [Chorus]