Lyrics
Dropped from out the clouds, had to change form
Flooded the plains, had 'em praying for my brainstorms
I'm a master, pieced from divine
Every work of art got a bitter mob trying to frame jawn
I'm heir to an era of conflict
Where the post codes drawn so the pros and the cons split
Professionals been robbin' hoods with a palm flick
Gave to the poor and the Black the stigmata of convict
See, the cross we bear is too familiar
Embedded in the home of the brave, the darkest of interiors
Saw street scholars and soldiers defect
'Cause they post-traumatic stressed from the American experience
Go off then
I'm finna go all in
Murk every line came before this delivery, make orphans
See, my heart bleed from the hardship in my origins
My great grand sold for a band at Southern auctions
It's the razor edge in my cadence
that shredded through these paper trails
Only alphabet boys I trust is NOI and Els
Only alchemy justify the nuggets I expel
Inner city idol trying to be the next Ida Wells, Roc
I don't know what you might've heard
But we ain't going nowhere but up
Got a whole squad dressed in all black
Got the streets on notice, what up?
They want us in the same place
Ain't nobody ever gonna really change nothing but us
Hello, this is revolution, get on up
Born queen with a street type of etiquette
That's why I rule over every subject and predicate
Scrawl these searing indictments on every edifice
Symbols of my holy cabal the only evidence
Look, 'scuse the venom in my rap tone
'Cause more often than sweet, life served vinegar in Black homes
More specifically where fire lit them crack stones
War on drugs turned a fiend to felon in a snap, gone
Inspired ire in my diatribe
'Cause polished liars trying to tell us that Shabazz is a dying tribe
So I'ma turn this pen and tablet to a tabernacle
So them jinns can't distinguish God from me, I and I