[Intro]
Yeah, Hi-Tek, watch me!
For whom do we aspire to reflect our own people's death
For whose entertainment shall we sing our agony?
In what hopes?
That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us will suddenly
Suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?
The last imbecile to dream such a dream is dead
He was killed by the saviors of his own dream
Armah, 2000 seasons
[Verse 1]
I'm not a human being gettin' on some spiritual shit
A spiritual being manifested as a human, that's it
When I spit, I spray thoughts that's representin' my life
Yo, I step into the spot, leave niggas open like mics
Take 'em on a tour, explore psychologies of war
Things you can't imagine if you've never seen 'em before
Shorties come back raw straight after C-74
I welcome them back to the world they think is run by law
The world is run by men who use laws for tools
But I come through, war tactics like Shaka Zulu
MC's is soft like Play-Doh — I shape 'em, smash 'em to pieces
Volunteer slaves crave the words I'm paintin' — the masterpieces
You hear 'em on the radio babblin', but the truth is travelin'
With the word I sent flyin' through the air like a javelin
Unravelin' like a verdict, pound it in your chest like a gavel in
The highest court in Babylon, let's travel on
If the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live
Then from the get, your ass was foul, and foul just is how you is
No excuses, see, life's dilemmas are set up like a mirror
Just to show you all your faces
Now your understanding is clearer
You had your chance for evolution, you let it pass you by
That's why I'm dissin' wack MC's until the day that I die
Reflection gettin' you high
We stand our ground with the believers
The Leaning Tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza
No comparison!
The way I flip it is embarrassin'
'Tis the season, ain't no carolin'
Yeah, Hi-Tek, watch me!
For whom do we aspire to reflect our own people's death
For whose entertainment shall we sing our agony?
In what hopes?
That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us will suddenly
Suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?
The last imbecile to dream such a dream is dead
He was killed by the saviors of his own dream
Armah, 2000 seasons
[Verse 1]
I'm not a human being gettin' on some spiritual shit
A spiritual being manifested as a human, that's it
When I spit, I spray thoughts that's representin' my life
Yo, I step into the spot, leave niggas open like mics
Take 'em on a tour, explore psychologies of war
Things you can't imagine if you've never seen 'em before
Shorties come back raw straight after C-74
I welcome them back to the world they think is run by law
The world is run by men who use laws for tools
But I come through, war tactics like Shaka Zulu
MC's is soft like Play-Doh — I shape 'em, smash 'em to pieces
Volunteer slaves crave the words I'm paintin' — the masterpieces
You hear 'em on the radio babblin', but the truth is travelin'
With the word I sent flyin' through the air like a javelin
Unravelin' like a verdict, pound it in your chest like a gavel in
The highest court in Babylon, let's travel on
If the world is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live
Then from the get, your ass was foul, and foul just is how you is
No excuses, see, life's dilemmas are set up like a mirror
Just to show you all your faces
Now your understanding is clearer
You had your chance for evolution, you let it pass you by
That's why I'm dissin' wack MC's until the day that I die
Reflection gettin' you high
We stand our ground with the believers
The Leaning Tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza
No comparison!
The way I flip it is embarrassin'
'Tis the season, ain't no carolin'
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