Weapon X X Clan

I'm not known for the singin' of the common man's grammar
J from the Clan but I'm not a Wu-Tanger
Concrete guerrilla, still spittin' bananas
Reset the foundation by swingin' a new hammer
Glitz and the glamour come secondary
To my timeless jewels and street knowledge degrees (come on)
Weapon X haters: down on your knees
Throw your rhymes in the flames and repent to the east
One two three and a three two one
Exodus, hip hop redemption
Resurrection, tell folks I'm all one
Like my boy in Amistad: "Me wants free-dom!"
Round the mountain I come
Hannibal's descendent won't stand for minimum
Dummyville's gunners that bring the hella heat
My underground scroll's spellbound in the street

Weapon X - contact for the next level room
Ease back, silly mortals - dark sun, give me room
Weapon X - Grand verb modern day Doc Doom
My armor for the jihad - the cipher - zoom

Born do or die, Brooklyn's where I'm from
My sole agenda's to rep the African
In the hip-hop manner, we've come a long way
From a birth stick click to a dark sun ray
In a state of war, verbalizing the peace
My hostility is (tall clerics?) in the beast
That's why I don't cease when I resurrect fam
Community soldiers who all sought the jam
Positive thinking - my streets be stinkin'
With the wrong kind of pimpin'
To turn on our own is the first step to simpin'
Chain of fools - kids set trippin' on the steps of school
Tell folks to cool and possess finesse
Or be a contribution to the prison business
You know how it goes, son; there's nothin' to guess
You can be a strange fruit and be straight innocent