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    YEAH WHAT!

    huh, huh, huh, yeah

    huh, huh, huh, what

     

    Half-man, half-amazin, blazin, chasin, scathing , spacin, phrasin, what I'm sayin

    the one and only Brotha D'ee

    insanity, my delivery, sincerity,  crediblity, my propensity for density

    makes me the epitome

    asymmetrically, with impunity, an afinity for civility, possibly, responsible

    for freestylin iniquity

    prophecy, my philosophy, no immodesty, with  cryptography,

    i.e. what you cannot see

    charting, starting, what I'm guarding, remarking, when I'm embarking,

    on a rhyme soliloquy

    installin, what I'n haulin, foresee what is enthralling, no stallin, when I'm ballin,

    I bring you to your knees

     

    huh, huh, huh, yeah

    huh, huh, huh, what

     

    the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost, nailed to a post, so far but yet so close,

    to achieving our destiny

    echo, in the ghetto, Pedro shot down on the Metro, by gestapo, in the shadows,

    tell me,when will we be free

    4 centuries 2 penitentiary, extrasensory, dispensary, the powers that be propensity,

    to make a black man bleed

    Truth is a Soul Journer, women abused like Tina Turner, yet women are the earners,

    in the black community

    X and kill a King, from hemp strings to bling bling, why did no one see a thing,

    when they killed 2-Pac and Biggie

    message to the black man, band together and demand, an advanced brand, an expanded version

    of our history

     

    huh, huh, huh, yeah

    huh, huh, huh, what

     

    instincts, of the Sphinx, or be extinct, before you blink, forever we will be linked,

    to African wizardry

    my myopia, is Ethiopia, once a cornucopia of Utopia, but now it's claustrophobia,

    from there to Timbuktu and Mali

    sold but not our souls, behold when God enfolds the foal, the story will be told, tenfold,

    etched in stone indelibly

    ghetto streets, ain't that discrete, sometimes we eat what we excrete, can't mistreat and then retreat,

    into "It wasn't me"

    the African, the Anglican, the Christain, the Jew, the Samaritan, who will be the first to understand

    we share responsibility

    paradise, is the prize, but I refuse to stigmatize, can't let bible pushers cannibalize my soul,

    it belongs to God and D'ee

     

    andONandONandONandON,

    darkenss before the dawn,

    refuse to be a pawn,

    it matters who fights with us,

    not who fights against us,

    ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

    in the Spirit I trust, will die if I must,

    before I kiss the rusty butt,

    of another man, my plan?

    to greet you in heaven, or meet you in hell,

    whatever it takes to secure our children's future,

    whatever it takes to secure our legacy,

    whatever it takes for me and you to be truly free, dig me?

     

    huh, huh, huh, yeah

    huh, huh, huh, WHAT!

     

     

     

     

     

    • 27 August 2011
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