authors of the art of war
I'm no longer fucking with bitches who not aligned to the mission
if that means I'm a die alone, then so be it, I know who I am
ressurector gave me the sunlight to fight, he's my kin sun bin
so I'm up in the wtc building, sure 'nuff I'm Him
and my twin is just stuck in the bind how I book israel
his minions not too hard to find, neither are ishmael's
listen, who has the pattent on the boxing ring
yeah, I been knew how to fight, y'all borrowing, who's offering
when I start back from scratch to the scratched-offs, I'm offing whomever
the government wasn't ever doing shit but letting vs
black-on-black been my get-up, and I won't ever let up
until the grafted are put to pasture for ever
who made these degenerates and gave them the presidence
over us, was it you yakub whom gods said it was?
well, look, con, you either down with what I instruct to you
or I'm stuck on that train of thought bound to catch up to you
since you caught inbetween the two authors of the art of war
who's pang juan to you? why was you so shook about the wu'?
why'd you try to get me to side against wu' and side with you?
then try to flip a closet on me, like you gon' call me boo
I'm a ghost, I'm a ghoul, fuck how you tried to move
bi-polar my style is, breaths switch from sunlight to moon
west philly belmont gon' give me the love now
harriet tubman's my soldier medina meena's profile
luc' tried to holler, I heard nothing but vague threats
'cause I was trapping him, and still he ain't wanna' cave in
and I'm tired of repeating myself, so I'm a' be brief
I'm getting old, giving less of a fuck how you manage to breathe
these women can't protect you from me, you will see now
tried to warn you, brother, you act deaf, but deep down
you know how The Father feel to the momma', these black women
got karma coming to 'em, and they no longer will be your armor...
wide-eyes and closed mouthed
yeah, sure, you right, this ain't about race
but look, use your mind, you ain't about peace
if you trying to pry into my space, say you belong here
and your ancestors raped ours, tortured and wronged here
opportunity all on our backs you trampling
your laws shift just to exclude us from advancing
sit back, watch us destroy ourselves for brand names
since way back we was branded slaves, you can't save
yourself from this reckoning now by trying to blend with us
pretend you us, befriending us to put ends to us
schools set up to keep us from ever knowing ourselves
and you just a day closer to having all Hell
break loose on your whole make-up, 'til mascara
running's how your skin looking falling off your faces
you still benefitting from the blood and the sweat
equity of the niggas who will come from the dead
to cut off all your limbs, toss 'em all to the pit
bull terriers, you ain't worthy of a proper burial
better pray for a way to commit suicide
fuck being politically correct, I ain't gon' lie
...so you can enact your obamanation
'cause I got it in for y'all and done ran outta' patience
do away with the place that made me? I got nothing else to lose
when you die, I got nothing left to prove
everybody who bought into the white lie
was voluntarily, no excuse for your hind sides
I'm righteous with it, very decisive with it
blame the turks if you wish, but I'm not the gimmick
eugenetics got your whole heredity in my scope
think I'm a joke 'til you feel the knock-knocks through your doors
you not god, and your white god is not brodying my parts
you wouldn't had bought into that brochure if you was smart
you now caught between the ceiling, floor, and four closing walls
jack put back in the box until he show he's loyal
for the lo' shit, lo'lo' best to push up on me
not when I'm old and decrepid and my dick won't function
tired of lettin him know his bitch better know
when she at the end of her rope, he at the end of his rope
I don't give a fuck, I jack off and be on my own
on route to his neck to choke any smoke from his throat
we took the soot we been taking as the blacks
so you take this however you take this, this the fact
I'm coming to get you all, there's no time for a lecture
'cause the real hannibal's here, fuck a hannibal lecter
you have nowhere to run to and nowhere to hide is all
how I was brought up in the sights and sounds of war...
...our war, my war, not y'alls...
wide-eyes, closed mouthed, 9-1-1 cut off...closing...