The Mandarin talks about human achievement........(written 2005) produced by Red Arremer
Underground hip group
Welcome to the Sub-Basement.
Lyrics
Chorus:
The Power of Words Built Sumeria/
Married the Earth to Heaven and gave names to everything/
We make measurements and pledge allegiance/
The Power of Words was in the mouths of Kings/
Yo, my use of rap is like a stance/
I close both hands and lock limbs, like bones and ligments that hold/
I send spears, and mold beasts from mud/
Yes I’m like Adam, known to give names to man- plant and animal, rock, my anvil is God/
The cavernous voice from the void so I listen he’s spitting out hammers like the spinnin rings of saturn/
Gold coins, asteroids, that are older than cavemen/
Stache Monolith were we pray then, glow like radon/
We raise the dead/
Alota rap shows are only like a séance but Gene Khan praise god, will rip the table cloth from underneath the crytstal ball/
Thunderous, mystical things crawl out from bald mountain when I speak with all ten rings on/
I make caves appear, waterfalls, great trees spring forth when I make the stage a sub-basement/
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Yo it’s the dragon seed saga, the mandarin came as a mind disembodied, ten rings of power/
I’m conquering, cleansing, devouring, sounds when I hear them/
Speak it, fear this/
Power of an icon, mind on god like the mayans/
Way beyond faith when mythology took us to space like to science/
Weightless, straight from the fire like a great black ship made a’ iron/
This citadel rose overnight from old city lot/
Just like a dream,
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This is like irrigation, the rap worlds is like Egypt/
The Mandarin, Fin Fang Foom and Richard Franklin will build three crypts, and make a stage/
Put the tape in and use drums…/
Not hebrew slaves/
To make the pyramids, just brick by brick to make the gears in the body of a giant, Eyeless creation, I’m just pilot/
Fate leads me off to find the undying lands, so untie my hands, and’ll I run this
You can come along or let the sun set/
We just march on the sea now, floating like an iceberg/
Walking on the cold grey water going east
White fog gathers and and my eyesight blurs/
I feel so weak but hear white birds.
I’m near I know, I just can’t describe it/
Yes I’ve arrived! I built this divine gift!
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