キー: E minor
Verse 1
Ain't got no
Verse 2
nervous system
Listen, watch the words and
how they twist'em
Two thirds of the world turned victim
Subtle energy, they capture and block chi
The unseen violence behind democracy
Some call it hypocrisy,
turn free man into property
And logically justify not treatin'
them properly
Verse 3
to preserve the institution
Unequal distribution of wealth,
goods and services
Revolvin door, no floor
Just anxiety and nervousness
trapped in circuses
Herds of us not understanding
our purposes
When appetittes and psychological
rights get caught in hype
It's tight from morning 'til night
Verse 4
sufferage, then black
sufferage
Or Jim croww, the KKK
American terrorism,
murders and beatings on television
It's in the cells now,
you thought that was yesterday?
But the compression stays,
trauma still got most affraid
Stuck in the memory,
fear gives birth to lethargy
Generations of children in jeopardy
History written in jealousy,
scribes full of heresy
Full of barbarians,
ch- ch- ch- check out my melody
Verse 5
Africa full of coltan
Coltrane was a cold man
Black genious in a cold land
tryin' to be the whole man
Heal the homeland,
past time for our own land
Where a grown man can be
a grown man
The system has benefit
for robbery is robbery
You can't run from it,
God is a natural monopoly
Divine creator stuck in monotony,
bureaucracy, psyche on poverty
Verse 6
No more, not me
Codename anomaly
'Cause there's just no match
for prodigy
Sovereignity, the God in me
Walking university, living cosmology
Without apology
Verse 7
you, you, you, you
Verse 8
the stronger it gets
With death life the longer it gets
I know it's hard to admit that
you follow some bullshit
Swallow the wrong pill,
looking fot Mr Bill
Repression- oppression,
the same thing (same thing)
Fear the shadow,
that's the main thing they keep running from
Every action yields an equal
and opposite one
Yes,
that means the consequence comes
Fields of cumbersome back breaking labor
can't be healed with just a cummerbund
I was homecoming queen,
call me number one
Yep, that's another one,
Verse 9
now give the drummer some
expression can be far more powerful than a hundred guns
See my Kalashnikov lyrics
with the safety off
Now dance around this niggas,
like Baryshnikov
Street sweeper,
the words are my keeper
It's in the ether,
now what you tryna tell preachers?
It's done, let loose your tongues
Gifted, black and young watch these devils run,
they knew a change was gonna come
Tell the truth in tongues,
enemy reduced by one's
Verse 10
Verse 11
Ain't got no
They killed and enslaved millions for gold
bullion in the name of God
The children of mammon called
it spiritual famine
Can we exhamine how they stole bauxite,
rubber, labor, diamonds and platinum?
They building blocks of society and economy,
broke humanity to build the colonies
Using reverse psychologies to keep
us from knowin' our quality
No more human tragedy,
no more misrecognition
No more addiction
Let's accurately diagnose
our condition
Listen
Verse 12
Don't give me another
person's presription
I need what I need, my deeds are my deeds
As a man thinketh so is he,
Mezamni
Take the land back, every child,
woman and man back
Reevaluate history expeditiously
Can't live my life in apostasy,
emulate the apostrophe S, give me no less
You can rock with me,
I come in love and truth
Look at what I went through,
Life
Verse 13
ter
Verse 14
Ain't got no
I get excited
I'ma kick this shit off like I'm on Manchester
United and my attention is undivided
So you can't divide and conquer me,
I'm sittin' comfortabely in my SUV
Up in my SUV taking artistic liberties
Making musical history,
little acupuncture, structural integration
My meditation,
liberating a generation and beyond that
I'm taking the bomb back,
I'm splitting atoms for freedom
America needs more freed me able to talk right,
not prone to greed men
Verse 15
It's just what you don't need men
master the mind
Young king men put your signs
up, intelligent designs up
Plant your seeds,
keep your dimes up
'Cause no man knows when
the time's up
It's elemental like Solomon in the temple
Ark of the Covenant accountable to
a higher government
I'm looking for love (in all
the wrong places)
Somebody, tell me where them brothas went,
reclaim your wealth
No more giving the enemy help,
no more sympathy for the devil, let'em hang himself
Get all the billion black people
out of these bottles
Suffer while grown people get coddled,
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Verse 20
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