SOCIO-ANTHROPOLOGICAL REBEL OF THE FLESH FOR THE SPIRIT
SEVEN, DA SOUL, DA PEN, DA PAD, DA MIC, DA EAR, THE REVOLUTION...
Lyrics
the stars, the moon, designed part of,
decorative art of…me…married to its
shine, spiritually to its eternity,
let me adjust the rim, the brim of my
mental hat, to shade myself from the
rays of lies, cuz satan never naps and
natas loves to chat and, flip shit around
to catch me like that, but i know
everything is everything, and nothing, but
nothing be abstract...
slap the backside, the black side of
my soul hand…chop the stix, you kkkan’t
break this, or tarnish this wedding band,
dwelling in the realm of 7, gimme 5 if you
understand…you kkkan’t, tarnish this…
this here be no, nbc, nothing but colored
sitcom, of bs.com, in stereo…types, no
dolby surround sound of, nigga…hype…
cuz the world kkkan’t tell me, when my
ratings will drop or die, so get the hell out
of my sky…
in the middle passage
kkkatch me on the recline,
i shine cuz the sky is mine,
from the sun to the moon’s
swiss cheese design, the sky
is mine…don’t question the
amount of an immortals time
cuz…
even though pieces of my fragmented
flesh falls with each star that leaves the sky,
until all the runway lights that fashioned me,
leap from the galaxy, do i die, in my,
physical existence, butterfly plaid fad style…
i am the child god has blessed,
place your wishes upon me,
i am, a star…
