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    INCOMING!

    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!

    • 31 October 2011
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