And a New Yorker
British Walkers
Slick talker
Suede fronts
Listen up and blaze your blunt
He rock Gazelles for the girls
Fat laces, Adidas with the shells
B-boys and girls
The early 80s is the hip-hop world
But I see [?], Titus and General Pompey surround [?] with armies
A million [?] fled into Africa, disguised as travelers, beggars and scavengers
The baby carriers marry the ambassadors
In that time they did trades
The children grew up together and played, the women did braids
Communed all week but rest the seventh day before the whites invade to enslave
This went on for hundreds of decades before the hunted were ready for renegades, to pin ‘em in a cage
Now my man Sherman walk around the streets wearing turbans and Star of Davids on purpose
Who you worship?
Niggas smoke weed ‘cause we nervous
Suffer from disease of the churches
I feel I can’t breathe on the surface
Niggas believe in the circus
That’s why I catch disease during service
But on another subject, before the flood text
Lineage of a king, you can check my blood test
Shorties be wilding, popping pills
Ain’t got skills to pay bills, and that’s not real
Too high off of sizzurp to know that the Moors ruled Europe
We the people came out of Europe
Too much lean, can’t see why your kings and queens look European
Royal blood in your genes
The Pope in the Vatican paid [?] to white-wash the African and place them with Baphomets
Today they Catholic men, we call them [?]
Washing they sins but they still not cleansed
Sticking babies in the head with pins
Your dead end is here, under the atmosphere, yeah
There’s more than one Shakespeare, yeah
I should rhyme in space gear
Each line will take years for you to decipher the mind of a writer
My enlightener’s a messiah
I won’t retire when I expire
I’ll probably morph into a great empire
British Walkers
Slick talker
Suede fronts
Listen up and blaze your blunt
He rock Gazelles for the girls
Fat laces, Adidas with the shells
B-boys and girls
The early 80s is the hip-hop world
But I see [?], Titus and General Pompey surround [?] with armies
A million [?] fled into Africa, disguised as travelers, beggars and scavengers
The baby carriers marry the ambassadors
In that time they did trades
The children grew up together and played, the women did braids
Communed all week but rest the seventh day before the whites invade to enslave
This went on for hundreds of decades before the hunted were ready for renegades, to pin ‘em in a cage
Now my man Sherman walk around the streets wearing turbans and Star of Davids on purpose
Who you worship?
Niggas smoke weed ‘cause we nervous
Suffer from disease of the churches
I feel I can’t breathe on the surface
Niggas believe in the circus
That’s why I catch disease during service
But on another subject, before the flood text
Lineage of a king, you can check my blood test
Shorties be wilding, popping pills
Ain’t got skills to pay bills, and that’s not real
Too high off of sizzurp to know that the Moors ruled Europe
We the people came out of Europe
Too much lean, can’t see why your kings and queens look European
Royal blood in your genes
The Pope in the Vatican paid [?] to white-wash the African and place them with Baphomets
Today they Catholic men, we call them [?]
Washing they sins but they still not cleansed
Sticking babies in the head with pins
Your dead end is here, under the atmosphere, yeah
There’s more than one Shakespeare, yeah
I should rhyme in space gear
Each line will take years for you to decipher the mind of a writer
My enlightener’s a messiah
I won’t retire when I expire
I’ll probably morph into a great empire
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