CRYPTOGRAPHY.

By Mazbou Q

On RAP SCIENCE.

Released on September 12, 2024

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Yeah

Ayo

Gather round

All my people on code, locked in

Cryptography

Midnight, ink to mahogany

I'll be damned if I'm troubled by a wannabe

If you see us fold, then you watchin’ an anomaly

My people on code, locked in

Cryptography

Midnight, ink to mahogany

I'll be damned if I'm troubled by a wannabe

If you see us fold, then you watchin’ an anomaly

My people on code, locked in

Cryptography

City house, village homes

Motherlands, to the clouds, to the globe

We are damned, disavowed and disowned

But to tap ain't allowed, it's the code

Tired of the old

When the tyres hit the road

We’ll retire and dispose

Suit and ties who oppose what we tirelessly grow

I don’t advertise what I own

I just advertise what I know

It’s asinine when you gloat

It’s classist and I can’t align with them folks

If you’re gassin’ us to resist

But want passiveness in approach

It’s cowardice under clothes

Strip down and it’s status with the quo

I’m the baddest with the flow

It’s unanimously known

I could say that with Diana's lasso wrapped around my throat

It's an infraction to myself to give a half and not the whole

Dawg, I'm African, don't make me get my ancestors involved

God's gift is stamped on me, I'm Okechukwu

And I don't need brands on me, my name is FUBU

And not to be confused with Anansi or voodoo

Nah its juju in my nation

It's the kind of doodoo that you do not wanna play with

And if you do do it on an occasion

You might get that doodoo upon all your generations

It bonds to you like Connery

Only way that I'm xenophobic

Is cos surrender’s a foreign notion

I've never known it or given motion to quittin’ or an apology

The thought of it is comedy

Cos we be on code, locked in

Cryptography

Midnight, ink to mahogany

I'll be damned if I'm troubled by a wannabe

If you see us fold, then you watchin’ an anomaly

My people on code, locked in

Cryptography

Midnight, ink to mahogany

I'll be damned if I'm troubled by a wannabe

If you see us fold, then you watchin’ an anomaly

My people on code, locked in

Flyin’ business class upon these planes of parallel existence

You can tell that we've resisted every hell and each condition

It became a kind of ritual to excel in each position

Every time they held us down

We never fell into submission

Swung from high to low

Now back to highest is the mission

Duck alliances cos of the biases within them

Some of them will lie or just cry at the lightest criticism

Producin’ they truest colors like a light within a prism

Or a white within a prison

Nah

I know that they just followin’ codes

Like cops, when people of colour involved

Stop

Kinda like prey and predator hydrate together at the watering hole

You heard it somewhere, you swear

But never did care to think of it logically though

That's what we call privilege

If that stirs the hate in you

You're cooked, and prolly bigoted

“But Blacks can be racist too!”

F**k outta here with that gibberish

The fact is if you separate your ego from your pigment

Then perhaps it wouldn’t take a little rap for me to trigger it

Aura feelin’ infinite

Homies want some proximity

To cop them just a little bit

But I'm constant with the discipline

And they probably couldn't stick to it

With epoxy resin in the mix

I am just built a little different

And I distill knowledge

Then I pour it til the brim filled

Then I'm drinkin’ it

Wonderin’ where anybody this filled with the spirit is

Or maybe this skilled with the rhythmic

They takin’ it low but we stay high

That bit is binary

Cos we be on code locked in

Cryptography

Midnight, ink to mahogany

I'll be damned if I'm troubled by a wannabe

If you see us fold, then you watchin’ an anomaly

My people on code, locked in

Cryptography

Midnight, ink to mahogany

I'll be damned if I'm troubled by a wannabe

If you see us fold, then you watchin’ an anomaly

My people on code, locked in

Cryptography

Yeah

Locked in, cryptography

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah

And I’ll be damned if my people gon’ fold

Cos my people on code, locked in