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[Intro] Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate! Now, by yond marble heaven In the due reverence of a sacred vow I here engage my words. (Othello 3.3.448-462) Jus Allah,Wise Intelligent,Sabac Red,Blue Sky Black Death+Engage My Words+A Heap Of Broken Images+[Jus b***h This ain't rhymes, its evil command From the demon you'll see again When you're asleep in the sands I'm all action, speak with my hands, crack a tree branch ***** elevate to the peak of advance Each line meditates so deep it's a trance If I told you to hang yourself, you'd leave with the chance When you hear Jus *****, it's not a reason to dance What you see is enhanced, what you believe in expands This is serious shit, it's the eeriest lift There's no aim, I just hate whatever I hit Natural god, master in charge, battle the odds Never stray far from the path of our laws You made up, slapped together and taped up You fake mother****ers lay face up or you shape up Soon as I spit it out, mother****ers wake up, epiphany Black wizardry. God lacks mystery. God lags misery Even if I have to kill every damn devil in Hell to get to victory [Wise Intelligent] I'm not your g******ger, nine-to-nine crack slinger Turn heavy-rotation rap-R&B singer Fear nothing when I walk the street Spare nothing when I talk the beats I build a school where the gats blow I mobilize black cashflow I'm like Jay-slash-Castro I'm Mister Revolution I play the bully in a whip, a-leanin' All the praises do the lights meaning Ghetto youth singing And, when a mother****er barely eatin', I make a conscious move to keep the teachers Kiss the son of slaves. I'm black roses on my mother's grave It's time to turn another dolly page. Behold the Book of Life I raise the dead and give your hook the life I shake the planet and produce gods Call me the best Noah My eyes reflect the youngest son of Noah I'm so much more than just the average flowa Do the knowledge to me I'm who your favorite MC tell his kids about Then try to front like he ain't wipe me when my shit come out [Sabac Red] I shot fear in the face, cut off the head of ignorance Slit the throat of racism, fought in the best with militants My diligence equivalent to God Bookin' life safaris I scar and torch your editor Force competitors to deflect what I'm speakin' Call me an official god-force I'm a descendant of Aethra Impeaching Presidents for people lacking the funds Hijackin' Air Force One Kidnap the first born son Reattack 'em with guns There'll be stoppin' for fun My energy has tendency to flee and blacken the sun What's happenin', done It seem's you're afraid to rise up Just a dream with no action Spend your day with you eyes shut Wise up, this is God, this is the wicked Evil exists if you let it Find this in the s*******es I feel alive when I spit this Pull a nine within inches Of these snakes in the trenches Got my eye on these mother****ers This is a war of the minds, and I'm passed the scholar phase Now a jealous phase like suicidal rage around the holidays Follow him on this road before you're crippled and old Freedom's a gold The only thing that you sold [Outro] Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate! Now, by yond marble heaven In the due reverence of a sacred vow I here engage my words Sift head forever!
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