Produced by Bronze Nazareth
Lyrics:
HOOK:Calculate the bitterness/ I threw stones and thrown sticks
My crown fits/ I’ll never hand it down to you misfits/
Equality is 6/ yet I still lover level treat you/
Knowledge plus 6/ perfect/ never let the devil beat you… X2
VERSE 1:
Outbursts was calculated/ jaded at the homefront/
Mind was buscuit related/ found the book of enoch/
Impossible set up/ niggas still getting wet up/
Everytime the 4-9 pass I get tensed up/
I aim to live legal/ but how when I got to aim just to read you/
Illiterate to books/ plus a secure mind to feed you/
Concede to you? I feel you/ but please/ we got chains that reveal you/
Zombie mind states/ increase the crime rates/
Unless its survival/ then it’s a felons reprisal/
Supreme team build til we high as the eiffel/
Raising my rifle/ overlooking the Bible scriptures/
My time for recital’s/ prayer for my dead niggas/
Pictures with faces burned/ absurd/ bond is my word/
Beyond recolection/ is the wooden ship connection/
An unhealed incision/ that’s still within vision/
In stages/ hunger comes/ faceless/ purple haze/
One missed step my page is aimless/
I’ll die ageless/ the movement need a facelift/
In these days when/ death is where the days went/
And life climbs from the basement/
Pray for patience/ add an X to my name/
My coming was predicted by the last holy brigade/
So/ fade to black/ july brought back the slaves/
Inclined to uprise/ returning glory we gave…
HOOK: X2
Trapped on a furlough/ last to flip birds though/
Cement speaking / slurs slow/I heard/ no/ wisdom/
you pay for prison living/I see the bars breathing/
preaching religion/Hard sleeping/on slabs/
We hovered over from lynchings/ Snipers in my skull/
watching the future fall/2012 is all we waiting for/
Brimstone draws/ promiscuous whores/
The only purpose should never amount to Get yours/
I’m on a higher level/ akin to Cornel/
West Dr.’s/Best options/ digest more/
Thought for food/ Wise men can play the fool/
No smoke I’m eyeing/ Dog/my vision is cool/
Calculating stages/ cement walls are pages/
Created/ by pearly gates and spider leg cages/
Avoid the leper/ betting to Die ageless/
Levels of bitterness/ build bridges to dimness/
No optimism / inside blocks with no windows/
Endless division/ divide and conquer/we finished/
So I still throw sticks/ metaphoric/
at rhetorical critics/ 4 walls is six six six/
my crown fits/ anywhere/ shit/but
I’m bitter as FUCK/ when I come out of that bitch…
Fuck rehab/ Mentally sick/ lyrically lynch the warden/
I’m warning/ it’s 6 in the morning/ but I knowledge the whole garden…
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