I See

[Hook: [?]] (x2) I see today’s mathematics like This, God: don’t depend on No one to put food on your Tables [Verse 1: Mos Def] It was 3:21, ’96, I bought licks Born Master busting shot, coming straight out of water Real late like faith, waiting for weight—I got a daughter Now first before loot, wrote down the attribute Name: Queen, 17, universal equalized Now our Nation taught to ask for Allah, manifesting Foundation. Had a seed by a lady who ain’t even my girl Forever got me on along when I was younger Born-slash-equality-slash-God’s power Broke the old earth’s water. Now physical existence Soon to get much older. Must crawl before I walk Did that. Now I’m paying bills, building on foundations Got a seed to live for, plus a good-ass earth On the axis, of course, in the wilderness of the north We came to build, can’t forget, must destroy Ain’t no batteries in these backs—we ain’t nobody’s toy I, self, Lord, and Master, kill if I have ta For the [?], we gon’ build that strong [Verse 2: [?]] Now how you Expect your man to take over the world if you ain’t cooking his food Right? Homie night, then add the roundtable Open conversations. When the children need spanking, I Spank ‘em, and when they pass their classes, I’ll bless ‘em Never settle for a beef—we only deal with Allah The family man, the man that most of y’all niggas never had when y’all Was running around “civilized” with lunchbox with Confederate flags Be the God Magnetic, you bet the knowledge that [Hook: [?]] (x2) I see today’s mathematics like This, God: don’t depend on No one to put food on your Tables [Verse 3: [?]] At the age, wisdom (Wisdom) in the years, Born build Destroy. Me and the Gods split the pie—yeah, him and I Now we watch ‘em pop like popcorn, pop Ato [?] in a come-up out the school of Medina. (Almighty, what’s the first degree?) Asiatic black man make cream. God of The universe—ain’t no Skeletors or He-Mans here You want to stop, screw, and stare? Got a problem? We could solve it Click, click, click, click, the diamond-pushers peep the Gods (Pretty fit, I must admit, pretty fit) But check Me out now: eighteen-years-old again, a new man Rewind the mental VCR, move like a CLR Keep my hands on the crispy shit that make families split Throw the first stone and watch it escalate to bullet shit Serve ‘em justice if they want to disrespect Allah Peace and happiness. Ain’t no time for walking dogs—I’ll walk My seeds, take ‘em through A-to-Z, straight from The womb, teaching the kings and queens we run things [Hook: [?]] (x2) I see today’s mathematics like This, God: don’t depend on No one to put food on your Tables [Outro: [?]] It be The Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm Head (I see, I see, I see, I see) (I see, I see, I see, I see) (I see, I see, I see, I see) (I see, I see, I see, I see) (I see, I see, I see, I see) (I see, I see, I see, I see)