Yeah,
The Death of the Tribal,
mixed with scars from the bible.
Perplexing how we invision the love of the eiffel.
Falling in love by the eiffel, but
we descended from Queens,
with the blessings of Kings,
being blinded by rivals,
so now we worship their idols,
the cynical minded,
wanna stop us from shining, but
man they can’t stop the timing.
I was destined for greatness,
from the force of defiance.
I’m climbing the ladder until I know I’m the highest.
I got my gift from the heavens.
Those below it, can’t take it,
either you wit or against me,
your decision won’t break, but man
no matter the struggle, I promise
I’m gonna make it.
I guess I’m tempted by demons,
that descended from satan,
so I got this infinite love,
for all this infamous hating.
I’m writing these verses,
until the world get tuh shaking.
The deepest of prana,
from the creation of Brahma,
the light in me, see’s the light in you,
shawdy Namaste.
I’m all in these sound clouds,
praying I don’t drown,
from the mind of the menace,
the philosophical profound.
Some niggas gon hold it down,
others gon vanish.
I was broke and alone, but aye man
fuck it i’ll manage.
My mamma still love me,
my daughter, she straight.
She’s the reason I’m grinding,
after I registered late, but
greed is an ugly one,
so I’m watching my plate.
They outkasted my name,
they tried to shit on the great.
But if you broke then go fix it,
so you betta go get it,
cuz they ain’t giving you shit,
over these standard linguistics.
Now they decoding my verses,
tryna decipher my lyrics.
Reversing the weapon,
steady attacking my spirit…,
but this larger than life force,
flows from the inner core.
On this never-ending story,
while I’m riding on Valcor.
Now they screaming they need more,
the 5th on the seashore,
it retracts with the high tide,
the insecure need war.
So I’m shielding the light,
from the vacuum of night.
The plight of my mission,
is often tainted with strife.
The most ancient of wisdom.
From the knowledge of prisms.
How tuh separate the spectrum.
A homogenous mixture.
So now I’m breaking the code,
hey like I did it before, and
wateva I learn,
I promise I will bestow.
Upon the face of the waters,
the primordial order,
in a time of perversion,
aye I’m forever a warrior.
The descendants of Garvey,
Shaka Zulu, and Desmund.
We equipped with the knowledge,
but we were lacking the essence,
and now they claiming they true, but
then they lacking the truth.
They gravitate to wateva story, they think that they knew,
but I refused to be moved,
through this ominous cataclysm,
the close interactions of the gracian aphorisms.
The way of discernment,
through the temples of Merchant.
The intrepid soul, Eclectic Flow, watch me resurrect the glow.
The malefic insistent,
I don’t seek for permission.
My affectionate views,
got me out here resisting,
against the claws of oppression,
the oppressed is my message.
I’m freeing anybody,
everybody get blessings.
So man no time for debate,
we just need the solutions.
The lions in the cage,
only I can unloose em.
Scorched by the sun, but
immune to the heat factor.
Stolen from the womb,
the far cry of the beast master.
So where the fuck y’all at?
I’m on my A game.
Niggas stay the same,
but they were screaming they need change.
Talking bout revolution,
but playing the blame game.
Y’all aint no revolutionist,
Y’all just want retributions.
Youtube scholars,
all your research is still inclusive.
Repetition how they learn.
Repeating just what they do it.
Vision a hunet percent,
yours is 360.
evolving through real shit,
y’all just shape shifting….