science of self
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I conceal a pearl handled mic under my vest.
Inside a lambskin holster Teflon sheilds my chest.
The Universal Flag,my national emblem.
The sun,moon,stars the blackman,child,and woman.
The star and crescent are my military bars of rank.
Words of wisdom are contained in my think tank.
My mission is to save self and then save others.
To ressurect the mentally dead sistas and brothers.
My tongue represents the two edged sword.
To battle the devil here and abroad.
His civilization has my people in a stranglehold.
All aboriginal tribes are under his control.
Even I backslide from time to time.
Drowning my soul in vodka with a twist of lime.
Alcohol is preventing me for gaining my true divinity.
I lust for her daily,I`m losing my identity.
You would think knowledge of self would be sufficient.
To break the spell of liquor,I`m deeply dependent.
On the battlefield of life I have slurred speech.
When I should be alert and light on my feet.
But even alcohol can`t stop my thirst for truth.
Wisdom is my uniform I change in the phonebooth.
I transform into the universal soldier.
Supernigga with a uzi hung on my shoulder.
`Cause life is war and war is hell.
I can`t wait to leave my physical shell.
My flesh is a carnal lustfull cell.
A burden to my soul but my soul will prevail.
It`s already decided my destiny is predestined.
I`ll return to the essence in a state of perfection.
My memory perhaps will arouse another spirit.
To spit liberation hymns,culture lyrics.
The fire in my people may be dim but not extinguished.
We won`t rest till our freedom is relinquished.
A portion of my people will remain "sleeping giants".
Unaware of their true nature,devoid of science.
That`s ok `cause many are summoned few are chosen
Some rekindle the flame, others remain frozen.
Existence is a chessboard which piece you portray?
I`ll be the pawn who`ll sacrafice himself in the fray.
You say to yourself "the pawn is expendable".
This may be true,but at least he`s dependable.
The king is oblivious to enemy lines horrors.
He relies on the pawn to secure his tommorow.
The moral is a small sacrafice is better than none.
My number is 7 symbolic of the sun.
peace
I conceal a pearl handled mic under my vest.
Inside a lambskin holster Teflon sheilds my chest.
The Universal Flag,my national emblem.
The sun,moon,stars the blackman,child,and woman.
The star and crescent are my military bars of rank.
Words of wisdom are contained in my think tank.
My mission is to save self and then save others.
To ressurect the mentally dead sistas and brothers.
My tongue represents the two edged sword.
To battle the devil here and abroad.
His civilization has my people in a stranglehold.
All aboriginal tribes are under his control.
Even I backslide from time to time.
Drowning my soul in vodka with a twist of lime.
Alcohol is preventing me for gaining my true divinity.
I lust for her daily,I`m losing my identity.
You would think knowledge of self would be sufficient.
To break the spell of liquor,I`m deeply dependent.
On the battlefield of life I have slurred speech.
When I should be alert and light on my feet.
But even alcohol can`t stop my thirst for truth.
Wisdom is my uniform I change in the phonebooth.
I transform into the universal soldier.
Supernigga with a uzi hung on my shoulder.
`Cause life is war and war is hell.
I can`t wait to leave my physical shell.
My flesh is a carnal lustfull cell.
A burden to my soul but my soul will prevail.
It`s already decided my destiny is predestined.
I`ll return to the essence in a state of perfection.
My memory perhaps will arouse another spirit.
To spit liberation hymns,culture lyrics.
The fire in my people may be dim but not extinguished.
We won`t rest till our freedom is relinquished.
A portion of my people will remain "sleeping giants".
Unaware of their true nature,devoid of science.
That`s ok `cause many are summoned few are chosen
Some rekindle the flame, others remain frozen.
Existence is a chessboard which piece you portray?
I`ll be the pawn who`ll sacrafice himself in the fray.
You say to yourself "the pawn is expendable".
This may be true,but at least he`s dependable.
The king is oblivious to enemy lines horrors.
He relies on the pawn to secure his tommorow.
The moral is a small sacrafice is better than none.
My number is 7 symbolic of the sun.
peace