Is there anyone else? IS THERE ANYONE ELSE?!?!?
Ahhh..you. Finally a worthy opponent.
MY SWORD!
2011!
ain't no need in defendin',
the message I'm sendin',
to the brethren,
the descendants of the Nilotic,
let me quote it,
history is spoken in confidence,
by the people who wrote it
Oral is the history of the Scriptures,
any fool using written religion as a boa constrictor,
will find out he's not a victor,
ask Lady Eve, the devil is a trickster
He makes you think you're on the come up,
when you're really just the come of some
fast acting spermicide,
hellbent on a rise to revive,
the horrors of the first African genocide
yeah,
I'm comin' at ya butt nekked,
forcing you to respect it,
my pride swings like a pendulum,
seeking Absalom, can't find him,
need I remind the system,
we need a revised African-American cirriculum
Of course who came first,
doesn't have to be in the first verse,
but how can we inellectually converse,
about the media myth of black people devolving
into the worst,
if we ain't solving
perverse
aspects of a written history
that was at best coerced
CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, I AIN'T EVEN RUNNIN',
CHECK OUT WHAT BROTHER D'EE IS BECOMING,
FOR YOU I'M GUNNIN',
WITH A STUNNING
SOTRE' SO CUNNING.
I BE LIKE A BOMB OVER BAGHDAD,
LEAVE 'EM SCRAMBLING, SHOUTING INCOMING!
Two tears in a bucket,
HIS-story is an all day sucka,
and I ain't prone to suck it,
I'd rather deconstruct it,
and leave any racist swine squealing
like Miss Piggy from the Muppets
Peep my coordinates,
got my brotha's supporting it,
Brotha D'ee reporting
from Kenya, the Rift Valley Province,
I D'ee the Dara,
chillin' with the Maasai in the Mara,
with a flow strong like the falls at Niagra,
so hard I swear I'm on Viagra,
yet suave enough to seduce Cleopatra
The evidence of my linguistics
in perfect assimilation with the Cushites,
it's right there in your Bible black people,
hidden in plain sight,
the power of our predominance,
is based on a historical and evangelical preponderance,
despite centuries of European intolerance
Can't stop me when I'm on a mission,
man, my regal stature predates your hate,
so you might as well shut up and listen,
yo, my D.N.A. is Afro-Caribbean inheritance autosomal,
equal,
to the African Queens in my tonal,
only difference is I have a Malcolm X chromosome,
that's honed
in on the question Y,
the system keeps spreading these damn lies
In my Philly swerve,
got natrually mystic nouns
and verbs,
so profound
my joints read like Inner-city Proverbs,
I'm leavin' feelings of healing Shamanistic,
I'm a proud black warrior
who refused to be a statistic,
never flip on my people,
brother, I ain't Bisquick,
my flow so syck,
my name echos from the River Styx,
because I'm now equipped,
to exorcise the vibe
of the Six Hundred and Sixty-Sixth
CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, I AIN'T EVEN RUNNIN',
CHECK OUT WHAT BROTHER D'EE IS BECOMING,
I BE NOVACANE,
ON RACIST BRAINS,
NUMBING ANY BIGOTRY FORTHCOMING,
AT KLAN HOMECOMINGS,
I BE LIKE A BOMB OVER BAGHDAD,
LEAVE 'EM SCREAMIN' THAT'S D'EE,
DAMN!!! INCOMINNNNNGGG!!!!
Are you not entertained? ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!?!?
LEAVE HIS RACIST CORPSE SO THE VULTURES CAN HAVE THEIR FILL.
NO! DO NOT TOUCH THE MIC!
LET IT BURN SO THE CULTURALLY DEAD CAN FIND THEIR WAY
BACK TO THE HELL FROM WHENCE THEY COME.
I'M DONE!