Friday, December 3, 2010

MULTI SYLLABIC EARTHQUAKE


Damn, how time flies when you meditate
Seek out the skies, who but we
Could concoct such a devious surprise
To elevate, destroy fallacies
Live out fantasies that just might end in my demise
Searching the heavens, cloudy thought seems to energize
With all this diggin’ might end up getting buried alive,
And even if I do, going right back to my peoples tribe
Living with words transformed into sacred scribes
Slowly begin unraveling modern day lies
Destroy false prophets claiming to be wise
Pause to organize many who don’t want to see
Or can’t can’t recognize
Put them up on game, watch dreams materialize
Reiterate the fact that we control our fate
My soul is out to eliminate the devils enterprise
From sundown to sunrise, ceremony
Chin check the beast every single day homey
To us something that seems so innate
Even when we under constant surveillance from the state
Still able to plot and concentrate like
I’m in this for life ain’t ever taking a break
Thought creates multi syllabic earthquakes
I serve the system coded strife and the hits connect
Married to the movement and with all due respect
Cant even imagine reparations my wife will collect
Always true and come correct, got me a life sentence
Every last sentence makes me a menace
Forgot the meaning of repentance
Vengeance be the fuel that revs our engines
Beware of me and them other angry injuns
Indigenous artist work with letters as weapons
Challenge us in this century and see what happens
What's cracken?
These rappins’ is showing me the trappings of
A life lived in the middle of stress and strap clapping
Snatch the knowledge from them who claim to be real
But just acting, void of all celluloid got real appeal
The good fight supply this misunderstood skill
Why I love the thrill, abstract since the get go, not run of the mill
So tight only in the grave will the brave get their fill
Savor my plight, the ignorant become bright
Through every strategic action our words become real
With that we be victorious in every last fight
Our faction see the light, enemy within sight
Go straight to the jugular, show the enemy our might
Aim for the kill, that’s what I define as free will
Methods of acquiring freedom are in my thoughts tonight
These be visions turned poems
That educate, always active
Refuse to be passive and chill.