Verse 1 (Pep Love)
They try to decipher the scrolls
So how they ever gonna see the light if their third eye is closed?
Out of the ice cold, hotter than nitro
Ignite it, when I get on the mic it's like a light show
We gon' feast, fuck, and fight
Thirst get worse on a full moon, like a beast of the night
I don't believe they lies…
It's something that I gotta grin and bear
Kick back, pretending I didn't care. Yeah
They tryin' to have my third eye vision impaired but...
I was a prism like the crowds hands in the air
Yeah. Hieroglyphics rare
Disrespect the valley of the king, no you wouldn't dare
It's time that I put aside childish things
Don't believe what you hear, what you see, is not how it seems
I'm the strength of my ancestors see
Fuck Mehserle and Oscar Grant rest in peace
Oh, how to be black is a blessing but…
The streets is a trap full of weapons and deception
The all-seeing eye is ever-present
And the worth of the pheasant is measured in dead presidents
Verse 2 (Casual)
Hawkeye aerial view of your burial
Run underground tracks like Harriet
War chariot carry us through the scariest nefarious areas
Huh, we crew…
Pirush and can grubs like Darius too
It's the malaria mosquito territory, yo oracle
The griot hot, so he not bought, the sea I got, this heat I got
Its oral tradition…
Stand pistol gripped, with my great royal wife
And she can make the wind whistle shit
Foreign crews pay tribute
After traveling 500 miles along unpaved roads
Escorted by 40 camel loads of gold
The kings bow down, and perform in my abode
Got bread by the low females that pump water
From the wells to my shower, and they veils to they collars
See they line up by the false door in the rear of my palace
And they stand there for hours…
Verse 3 (Opio)
Ahhh shit. Uh. All I see is body bags
Rappers on TV equal jockeys in pilates class
Party crash your Mardi Gras in army fatigues
And blast off with the shotty, call the police
Seasensical, check a lotto, talk about a my beck
I run up on yo' vessel, actin' like Somali pirates
And hijack, surprise attack, Black Caesar
Mutiny, absolutely
Relax with a sack of Sativa, call Anderson Cooper
Maneuver like vandals in new chucks
Smashing the crew nut, true stuff
CNN read the headlines
360 degrees of dead lies
Won't televise the truth, they loose tryin'
Redneck rhetoric, I'm too clever
The PooFoo design shine through me
Who could deny?
I'm unruley type firing up the toolie at
Capitol Hill. Chill…Get back to the real
Got me screamin' bloody murder, ‘cause I'm havin' a deal
Wit' Amityville Horror Shows
Get the chloroform
Put ‘em in a choke hold
Bang ‘em out, fuck Po-Po
