[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
Suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?
The last imbecile to dream such dreams is dead
Killed by the saviors of his dreams
Armah, Two Thousand Seasons
[Verse 1]
I'm not a human being getting on some spiritual shit
A spiritual being manifested as a human, that's it
Whеn I spit, I spray thoughts that's representing my lifе
Yo, I step into the spot, leave niggas open like mics
Take on '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 out the 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
MCs is soft like Play-Doh, I shape 'em, smash 'em to pieces
Volunteer slaves crave the words I'm painting, the masterpieces
You hear 'em on the radio babbling
But he truth is traveling with the word I sent flying through the air like a javelin
Unraveling 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 thinkin' 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 revolution, you let it pass you by
That's why I'm dissing wack MCs until the day that I die
Reflection getting 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 embarrassing
'Tis the season, ain't no caroling
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
Suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?
The last imbecile to dream such dreams is dead
Killed by the saviors of his dreams
Armah, Two Thousand Seasons
[Verse 1]
I'm not a human being getting on some spiritual shit
A spiritual being manifested as a human, that's it
Whеn I spit, I spray thoughts that's representing my lifе
Yo, I step into the spot, leave niggas open like mics
Take on '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 out the 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
MCs is soft like Play-Doh, I shape 'em, smash 'em to pieces
Volunteer slaves crave the words I'm painting, the masterpieces
You hear 'em on the radio babbling
But he truth is traveling with the word I sent flying through the air like a javelin
Unraveling 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 thinkin' 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 revolution, you let it pass you by
That's why I'm dissing wack MCs until the day that I die
Reflection getting 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 embarrassing
'Tis the season, ain't no caroling
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