Ascension

[Verse 1] Strained vocal chords, gutter gospel spit through headphones Thoughts pause mixed to transmit our fundamentals Fuck a hard fought struggle, time to dead dem issues Find hidden gems in given words misuse Loose tongues serve as noose on these wack ass crews Redundant views, so now i spit new venom With innocence of felons commit sins on zeolots Lost message in this medium Maintain cohesive rhyme pattern to shatter fragile lies they keep feeding us Deceived populis, content to keep complacent I paint a vivid picture while these fraud MC's keep tracing Rhyme-by-numbers, while my real niggas slumber Await to re awake, we stay humble and hungered You misdirect that anger I channel spirits of ancient Mayan Kings While you R&B sing [Verse 2] Stream of consciousness coincides with clearer concepts Caught the vibe of genocide from their eyes from onset Information leaked from organizations like faucets Led to last of leaders locked down like convicts Wander aimless amidst this myth of salvation Frustration exponential when our struggle's made central Fuck if i offend you, kept my verbals simple Regurgitated phrase heard through broken rear window Christians stuck Egyptians for the Ankh as life's symbol Blind the eye of truth, now reduced to crucifix Two useless twigs to which our future's now pinned If these lights seem dim, well i prefer the darkness Eternal heathen, in your eyes i'm heartless It's our love of breathing, that keeps my people marching For all our wealth you stole seems your soul's still starving [Verse 3] Pan African as Marcus Garvey Severed several corroded arteries with 40 paragraphs of the prose of poverty Ironically society labeled us phsycotic Wrote a new script in pure sonics Prepared for warfare wit bare fists and phonics Harmonics unlock core-text of ancients What you choose? Freedom or Enslavement? Lack the patience to persist with peace When our youth are harassed by police Seems the fleece pulled on eyes When will we realize That we'll never be more than 3/5ths No matter how many Malcomn's or raised fists Vengance comes swift but death will come quicker Why concerned with fingers when it's minds that pull triggers? This kid with swoll liver still sips on street liquor The perfect paradox, poised for life's rigors Wisdom delivered in slurred soliloquies Seems we lost the true meaning of Griots and MC's Revolutions don't stop just cause clips are empty!