Push beyond 3rd millennium
triple optic adamantium, ink 5th pentium
dream theme music, bent on dominance
30lb magnets amplify my subconscious mind
baptized in stigmata’s bloodline
selling my spritualization, education, lyricism , liberation
which was a mixture of alcohol and a naive fifteen year old
don’t hold dicks like a lesbian chick who can’t make a fist
lip balms, spit psalms as blood drips from my slit palms
cut with the sword of Islam
so my genetic code is told through every musical mold
men trading products of their semen to keep their pockets creamin’
death for treason, forever speaking artistic languages
voice of slaves shackled in chains and whips
yet the same chase chains and whips
cane and chips, fame and tits
what part of the game is this?
all the dick of Pac and Big
what, you forgot about Ra and KRS dismantling ample men
before Jay and Nas started batting?
been sniffing too much Ether
wish I could marry wack MC’s
so I become a wife beater
waking hip hop from its epileptic seizure