I'm not known for the singin' of the common man's grammar

J from the Clan but I'm not a Wu-Tanger

Concrete guerrilla, still spittin' bananas

Reset the foundation by swingin' a new hammer

Glitz and the glamour come secondary

To my timeless jewels and street knowledge degrees (come on)

Weapon X haters: down on your knees

Throw your rhymes in the flames and repent to the east

One two three and a three two one

Exodus, hip hop redemption

Resurrection, tell folks I'm all one

Like my boy in Amistad: "Me wants free-dom!"

Round the mountain I come

Hannibal's descendent won't stand for minimum

Dummyville's gunners that bring the hella heat

My underground scroll's spellbound in the street

Weapon X - contact for the next level room

Ease back, silly mortals - dark sun, give me room

Weapon X - Grand verb modern day Doc Doom

My armor for the jihad - the cipher - zoom

Born do or die, Brooklyn's where I'm from

My sole agenda's to rep the African

In the hip-hop manner, we've come a long way

From a birth stick click to a dark sun ray

In a state of war, verbalizing the peace

My hostility is (tall clerics?) in the beast

That's why I don't cease when I resurrect fam

Community soldiers who all sought the jam

Positive thinking - my streets be stinkin'

With the wrong kind of pimpin'

To turn on our own is the first step to simpin'

Chain of fools - kids set trippin' on the steps of school

Tell folks to cool and possess finesse

Or be a contribution to the prison business

You know how it goes, son; there's nothin' to guess

You can be a strange fruit and be straight innocent

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Frederick Douglass - Wheatley - Carver

Clayton Junior - David Walker

Sonny Carson to H. Rap Brown

Ancestry that walked the black proud

THINK! As if you were born in the stars

Enrolled in the army of Abdul-Jabbars

THINK! As if you were born as a god

And you end up a mortal getting whiplash scars

Never forget from whence you're from

Master the tenets of peace and freedom

Dance to the rhythm of the evolve drum

Never humdrum - you're dealin' with the sun

It's a horizon of the loud proud free

Sticky freaky plants of the street just feed

Now my attitude is worse than an AK

Clip never stoppin' when my sweet tongue spray

Ever essence of light, we keepin' it tight

We map futuristic, we offer insight