my tongue got a silver linen I am the king of the beast the concrete jungle filled with lions gun music you could feel the iron I drop the lesson for the day like when Lauryn Hill build with Zion what do Nas tell Destiny, what do Big Boi say to Bambu ain't nothing can do there's way too many of us to still be a minority we headed down the road of the silent majority one big flock of sheep I see the future like Minority Report when the cops gonna block the street the majority not gone eat Beaucracy on stop repeat, don't stop the beat we keep going even those niggas keep hoing down on the knees like the deep throating I need no introduction cuz I keep flowin I see deep oceans in your eyes from my street poems
Its word play the way I play with words makes everything I say absurd not crazy in the classic way how that they say it hood where bad means good
In Tokyo on the top floor of the Park Hyatt writing down metaphors fin to start riots my people contributed art and science governments of the world rape and pillage it's a dark alliance my body parts and my hearts in writing with the pen I feel myself from physics and I start flying every winter when the trees start dying I head for the mountains and I start climing the Black Star rising to dizzying heights get busy with the right but the left job is winning the fight I got you buzzing like a mask tab I gifting you nice OG in the game giving niggas advice before you get consider this twice I know you need it, the people that united can never be defeated
it's word play the way I play with words makes everything I say absurd not crazy in the classic way how that they say it hood where bad means good
