Verse I
We start the ceremony with the ancestors honored
Poor libation call a name⦠Khalid Abdul Muhammad
Rhyme producer, Mansa Musa Mali type Islamic
Fixated on liberation, I start with economics
Foreign Native, Domestic Dignitaryâ¦
Itâs like I keep a Molotov inside an unabridged dictionary
Hollowed out. My map coordinates are in the south
After political education classes, followed out
By undercovers, who target numbers of us
Who strive to civilize all in the family like Sally Struthers
I see the world with these bookings I got
Then itâs back to the home of the crookedest cops
And we train for when we clash with they conniving ass
But keep that off the record like I took defensive driving class
This that Middle Passage sonically personified
Should be obvious my motivation ainât no dollar signs
Take a picture Brotherâ¦âcuz we the revolutionariesâ¦
26.2 marathon distance(long run)
Full reward, never took the path of least resistance
Over a decade and I remain smashing it
Annoyed with the nonsene, still I stay passionate
Verse II
Black ,musical commodity exploited to the last grand
It ainât traditional w/o a guitar or brass band (they say)
Guerrilla rap, Unconventional anomaly
Iâm not included in the y bogus cultural economy
Comedy for pale faces to define my (culture) norms
you some exploitative thieves, in addition misinformed
swarm of locusts, power brokers, gate keepers
corporate job holders, music snobs, , late sleepers
rhymes get spoken over beats that break speakers
classic graff tag strokers donned in some great sneakers
djembe to mpc60, asking who crates deeper
cultural laborer, but low wage reeper
I contemplate, then create, rehearse, rock and get paid
No compensation, then abort the mission (like) Roe Vs. Wade
this that middle passage progression sonically personified
donât understand? then to touch my culture you ainât qualified
Take a picture Sisterâ¦âcuz we the revolutionariesâ¦
26.2 marathon distance(long run)
Full reward, never took the path of least resistance
Over a decade and I remain smashing it
Annoyed with the bs, still I stay passionate
Verse III
Life give me lemons, I add ginger and make
If this on the radio, then that DJ renegade
Where, rocks get swallowed as a part of the sport
While running from police, thank you Oliver North
Iâm from that Reagan era, working people degradation
Privatization, social spending cuts, Deregulation
whether you sittin' takin notes sober and makin' correlations
or gettin' rid of trees like amazon deforestation
you hear the indignation that's an indication
no form of intimidation gon stop this liberation
like the hammer banged on the bullet's center indentation
gunninâ for the innocent incarcerated vindication
free albert woodfox, free herman Wallace yâall
free sundiata acoli really, free 'em all
praise the lord, and pass the ammunitionâmake it clap!
Stay busting, disgusting, revolting with the rap
***This that middle passage progression sonically personified
And for loving my people, I donât apologize!!***
***Take a picture yâall, âcuz we the revolutionaries***