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Devils Favorite Things

How can people want rights but they aren't right
While working in the daylight with souls bright as night
The creator shall judge the judges, The evil deserves evil
Good people will get what is equal to their actions
And immoral skin passions have fatal lessons 
God has a scale where He weighs & sits 
Because everything has equal opposite
We selfish to others but hold our nose when they sell theirs
And not giving pardons while expecting God’s cares
And blessings while leaving others with our bee stings
Now turn to your devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire.

To be right there's no wrong, the righteous are morally strong
You need more than calcium to be the backbone of society
While society breaks you, to makes you. Surprisingly,
The -able are ignorant and unstable 
Unable to add-up in the moral table
Telling fables of multiplication while being divided
Trying to add reasoning in facts provided
Their individualism is subtracting from the fold
Being percentages of a percentage, losing the stronghold
False foundation told about a “Doomed Youth”
While the witty wise horde the fake truth
As the truly righteous shake their head and sings
Go ahead with the devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire.

The battle of truth lies in the beheading of lies
The Righteous must write us 
For justice to be just to us and right us
Bleeding thoughts to think, words to ink
Carving insight to push sanity to the brink
Punching Intel, in mind, for knowledge to sink
Unfold stories consoled foretell tails told
Today's prophets profit profits with souls they forfeit
Crumbling towers with warped foundations
Ripping families but cursed lives they’re facin’
Losing the troubleshooting; uprooting with a booting
Bearing false fruits flawed brings
Now play with your devil’s favorite things 
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire.

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Black Stregnth

In believing there is seeing
And a hope of understanding
That black strength is power
Of our black brother and sister put together
As they carry forever 
As one kind of race
Putting many minds in place
Commanding, demanding
With the most high respect
And pride intact.
Demonstrated: 
By high knee and clenched fist in the air
Motivated:
By a loud cheer,  "ASIBASABI!"  
We don't fear them!
Taking obstacles as they come
Crying,  "WE SHALL OVER COME!" 
'Cause the district where they are from
Is where poverty reign
Being the kingdom and domain
Where they'll remain
And that is why I'm saying
BLACK STRENGTH!

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Paranoia

Paranoia: short circuit to madness
Walking around freely,
Yet our minds are in straitjackets
All these voices & choices
Will offer mental hazards
Control your action
As thought misfire accident
Check your medical aid
Before the consciousness blockade
Check your sense, in reality, 
While your brain cells are in casualty
As you stand in crowds
You mind is gathering clouds
They see you while you are in "ICU"

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Respect Life


Hearing distant cries,
Hope you hear my demise
The deceased fight a battle, recognize
Armageddon heven began to rise,
Evil had no disguise,
Man idolize the warning of the wise

About the valley of the beast,
Where the red moon set east
And 360 degrees of brutal murder-ies
All in horror, torture, scorcher at least
Rebuked and punished for peace
Murdered by the beast and the deceased

The living were in mad pain,
Making labour pain feels like a migraine.
Seeing Sadam Hussein,
Beating himself with a thorned cane;
Limbless Hitler crying: “Putain! Putain!”
 
‘Cause the pain is insane,
More chaos came: 
The Holocaust Campaign
Felt thunder in rain; saw lighting in flame,
Murdered the lame brain as a laughter reign 
Of man three numbers meant his name.
Who’s to blame? 
J.C. didn’t die in vain but man lost his fame
For His sins, felt the shame, 
My mind’s slain,
In picturing, I can’t contain but complain
That if I were you … I’d start prayin’

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Long Live the Brave

To the forgotten soul that have ever lived
For their families they have lost, a new nation conceived
For their ashes scattered, one blood they bleed

Blessed by their stories told and memories grieved
Loved for their battles lost and wars achieved
Their cowardice disregarded but courage believed

Their fears covered by their bravery revealed
Their sorrow wept, their lives appealed
With their bodies torn, one nation they weaved

One anthem they sing for lives they screamed
In the doom of battles darkness a ray of hope they beamed
As our last line of defense, this is how they lead

Now count the numerous grains of shapeless sand
In the war-torn widow’s hand, understand her internal misery
As every mournful tear, they wept is not a locked mystery
‘Cause every jagged grain is a lost memory
This simple gesture is a constant ministry

That the young blood perishes but the old bones live to tell the tale
The more they ask why, the harder the grave fail

To cover the brave
As they salute, march and wave
Not knowing so sorrow they will cave
With their blood, they will pave
And our salvation they'll save
Now on our hearts, they'll engrave
“WITH OUR LIVES WE GAVE”
Now we say:
“LOVING LIVE THE BRAVE!”

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Who Is This

Who is this? 
A lyricist who does not want to be dissed?
Parliament pissed 
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
But this is one true lyricist. 
Check me out and listen to this:

These are words of a man dormant too long 
Listen to my awakening and hear me roar 
‘Cause like volcano I spit pure lyrics that be my lava 
Radiate pure heart that is my wisdom 
Ruling the righteous kingdom 
Ooh! Mental implosion, internal explosion
Making me to rumble for undivided attention 
And mental stability 
From now until eternity 
Like the holy trinity

This is  
A lyricist who does not want to be dissed?
Parliament passed 
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
But this is a one true 
Check me out and listen to this:

“Consciousness: 
A combination of thoughts and feelings 
Put together as a whole,” unquote.
These are words of a lyricist 
Who is a venom-ist but a visual-ist
At hard, rock vividness
“With strength stronger than the devil”
That be venom 
But kids I am not a rapper or an M.C. 
But I am tight enough to say 
If I were a rope around your neck I would be choking
But I am not joking 
‘Cause I oversee like Mosses split the sea 
As the M.C. battleground dissect itself from the toes up
That is why:

I am a lyricist 
The one does not want to be dissed?
Parliament passed 
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
‘Cause I am one true lyricist.

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Row Your Boat

Life is but a dream, while rowing down the stream
 Better to flow along in life’s mystery, some call it destiny
 The present is a gift, if you catch my drift
 Watch your flanks, as life & death are your banks
 ‘Cause your reserves are vested in your life preserve’s

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Poverty My Wife


This is a rat infested; flea bitten, trash seeking, concrete hardened,
Winter frozen, nose closing stench I call life.
Poverty my wife:
Ash my nourishment; paper my blanket; disorder my order;
Sewage my water; concrete my mattress; streets my room
No-one is who I am
Living to see another day my plan
Been all over the place but still the same street
Cracked the hardest sole by the greater feet,
Which though winter or summer bring the strongest cold?
BUT YET SO BOLD
To crack a smile of serenity, freeing me, peacefully
Un-comprehended but well complemented
But can’t dare to share it
With my enemies: the rich; the government; the wealthy
I salute you poverty, there were not supposed to be
Don’t they know the richer they are the poorer I become
I know that I’m black but poverty is where I’m from
They may get richer in rand but I’ve got more in cent
Common and the ones jingling in my pants
That’s why I say:
“This is a rat infested; flea bitten, trash seeking, concrete hardened,
Winter frozen, nose closing stench I call LIFE.”
POVERTY MY WIFE

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Word

The blessing of words and melody to dance
For the study of knowledge in the widest sense
From the Greek ancient lies philosophy
With a human’s true love, wisdom and self-mastery

The trusted empowered with beliefs revealed through
The respect and salutes from the knowledge to continue
The natural dialect through the triumphs poured, in general, 
With the judgment for study, time stood without apparel

The light of ideas intoxicated the mind
Love languages were seen but now blind
The recent blessings are only lost lessons
But the flattery of time is nothing without history's essence

The wisdom of the ancient, lost in times, cried
The virtue of intellect’s pride died
The punishment received by the unborn
Was crystallized by the living in scorn

As acts cast in stone without rebuke
Where the shameful pages of the Living Book
In which illumination seemingly to dwindle at the source
That is when the darkness smiled without remorse

The enlightened were not bred anymore
They were refined in the ray of hope they saw
Changing life into their own prospect
Intellects now were left without respect

Compassion was the order of the day
That is how they lost how to pray
Without advice, they had to sacrifice
At that price blood would only suffice

In order for deeds were to be redeemed
The beauty of human goodness was creamed
A sight of goodness careened & crashed
The first war of good versus evil clashed

Man asked for something great from the Almighty
But he chose to punish them with un-repayable mercy
Due to the debts of their spiritual bankruptcy
A pure soul was payment for the morally guilty

This is the knowledge radiated through many relations
In hope to inspire provocative revelations
That no matter what conclusions, assumption or judgments
In this borrowed time we live in, our souls will be payment

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Who Am I


Who am I?
I’m root of a race and a culture
A lover not a fighter
Call me Weed… Call me
Spliff… Call me Ganjah
The tree that bears the fruits of Jah
I’ll clear your mind like water
Free you from you mental corner
Out of your sorrow, I’ll give you laughter
Take you high to see your master
Maybe converse with your creator
Make you feel in this universe, you are the centre
In the drunken world, I’ll make you sober
Make unstoppable like a supernova
Give you the world when it’s all over
Mentally sinking? I’ll make you a swimmer
Can't you fly right now? I’ll make you a drifter
In this speeding world, I’ll make it slower
Do you wonder? How to be a traveller?
Because I’m the transport to mental China
Only luggage you need is a lighter
Only Passport you need is a Rizzler
Tell your Mama and Papa that you’ll see them later
Follow me and soon you’ll see that I am Marijuana!