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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,396
Peak in subgenre #811
Author
Mecca (Words)
Rights
Yes
Uploaded
February 08, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Jus Sum Ill Shit...The Devising The Plan On How To Bring Hip Hop To The Youth And From The Devils...
Lyrics
I come in the name of Allah..bless Elijah Muhammad/
I smoke the Buddha and its essence give me diamonds in garments/
U see I witness god's grace/
I study the math..look in the mirror..fuck a black angel..I see god's face/
I blaze more then the fires below/
Go solo in church's when the spirits can hear the souls arrive from node/
I gotta uncle in fishkill, reading scripts from Socrates/
My mental’s properly maintained..It never bothered me /
My pshyce is my property/
Makes thinking obsolete..when the youth of the universe follows logic illogically/
Sun, Moon, and Stars...The 3 are known as trinity/
Rhyming wit energy the bullet took to go thru Kennedy/
You feeling gifted as the haze uplifts your memory/
Mecca’s flow could render thieves in a vicinity/
Fuck the chemistry..as my science tells/
The story of gods and earths..the supreme clientele
I speak from the fathomed minds of..pharaohs and kings/
God’s reppin’ the heavenly seven’s..it’s knowledge I bring/
Im rhyming from a dynasty that brings essence to adolescence/
I soon deploy lyrics..like my spirit..blast with lessons/
Im like a papyrus growing out of concrete/
I dun need a glock..bring my rhyme book so I can palm heat/
Philosophies like Confucius/
And Socrates with a little apostle to make this revolutionists/
As insanity resides in da mind of intelligence/
Buddha blessing the biblical lyrics that a reverend spits/
Using my black hand..wipe the taste of the legends lips/
As my soul and spirit is Mecca’s only present gift/
Intellectuals..listen while I manifest to u/
Wit every saliva spat..I either rapped or blessed a jewel/
My mental as divine as Egypt/
my dialogues a thesis like the scriptures when goddess Isis had Jesus/
I look back on my roots n share/
The knowledge given from the elders...Its Buddha’s Prayer
Attract the eyes of the youth/
No need for the lies..in my mind there is truth/
For the perfection of understanding in the booth/
This rhyme is a classic/
My psyche an oasis...my time has been mastered/
My state deadly...not healthy a vipers habit/
Made to kill in mystery like a snipers fabric/
My religion states..as I write on the Sabbath/
Blaze with the sun..go over mathematics/
Pounding my generation with the literal statements/
Taking over the culture over with subliminal basics/
Brother be hating, can’t believe a young’n is rocking this/
Underestimated like David was with apocalypse/
Got my eye on the sun like a pyramid/
Brothers that’s hearing this/
Now says that im the illest lyricist....
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