"Supreme Man ((ZIN & TOEJAM))" Sun Nov-27-05 03:05 PM by Zin
(((HOOK))) Supreme man …bathing in the waters of knowledge On barren lands … living …so the loather’s pay homage Build with a masons wisdom … righteous teachers acknowledge Understanding …building and destroy …a true king’s glory …
Poor righteous teacher each one teach one … Besceeh ..duns … In the streets … cameras, crack, thugs, and guns Spew hate …media relate White men with black faces … Cross burnings … Gun fire …gang retaliations Poverty stricken …welfare and wic raped women With the cow fat … hard for me to smile back … In the face of a channel O live report … exploiting our brotha’s of south shores … now we .. Fuggee’s … Minus Wyclef jeans ... treble clef genes … Passed by my poppa …Blues … singing To my mother’s stomach … while my brothers lack food to eat Till crack moved … our streets … To a place where the grass was green … Now we …. pay for the up keep … We up street …. Three a.m. serving the cycle … Nukka … fuck sleep … Friends, fiends, food the vitals … Executioner … remains the title … So my pre 80’s babies … If I’m sleeping … don’t wake me … Don’t resuscitate …. I’m living the writtens of revelations …. I’m eating the …berfday cake … Of days fathers missed …. When all I had to eat was a mother’s kiss … before bed at night… when my uncles fed me right … they gave the knowledge …of the ledge … so my edge … lead … where brothas bled the fight … to keep my wrongs as right … as possible … urban enslaving …my mind in articles or on the news …at five … I wonder how many brain cells die during a 30 min kick of the worlds shit … or better yet 15 mins of my city’s government … this aint published … to take over the whole or make over the world … seeding change in lil boys and gurls … uh…one million strong, men …building god willing… scars filled in … the steps …taking in wise motions …walking a mile in ‘em the aisle …at the end … a box with wild men in … at the same aisle’s … ending for my godchild’s christening … god smile finished him … I wrote to shed some light … To bring nukkas out the dark clouds they been in
(((hook))) Supreme man …bathing in the waters of knowledge On barren lands ... living …so the loather’s pay homage Build with a masons wisdom … righteous teachers acknowledge Understanding …building and destroy …a true king’s glory …
(ToeJam) Supreme man is not the one seeking supremacy It’s the one harnessing new energy, thru memory And imagination, if we have the patience The drive and the navigation Cuz ignorance will always be a hindrance And no one can really claim innocence Since all of us are immigrants In a sense, and it serves our interests To achieve a harmony Now if you’ll pardon me As I impart a free Light to show that we in the dark ages With governments used to rip apart pages Of the Bible to hold you liable For looking after your own survival
We need a new declaration of independence To end the vengeance, not an amendment About marriage meant to disparage Or dictate the carriage of your unborn
I want to do right Want to do the correct thing But people always want to take it to extremes And lately I find myself having Malcolm X dreams Waking up sweating as a tech screams It’s all quite vexing
Even In my own head I was oppressed Until I got focused And now I take no less Than what I deserve I hope it’s occurred That we can no longer sit back and observe Never tried to strike gold, but hope I struck a nerve
When you think about what they’ve shown us A bill of rights written by a bunch of slave owners Who will never favor me And all the blood we gave for free The inherent evil of slavery They’d rather send us to a grave early Or see our skulls pave the streets Than change the beat And we need to switch up the drums worse than 9th Wonder Wake these heads up out their light slumber
In all fairness all I can spread is awareness Screaming ‘til my lungs run airless Cuz it’s careless to have the spotlight And just get caught in a cockfight We’ve been taught right But it’s not in our lesson plan The enemy seems untouchable so we start stressin’ fam Regressin’, Damn!…If you want progression plan I know we’re tired of being proletarians We gotta be steadfast Cuz we’re coming in dead last Get driven yet not get gassed... Your game greatly effects how the team stands So step it up, enter the realm of Supreme Man
1. "gotdamn...sparring minds f'real.." In response to Reply # 0
mazin came with:
So my pre 80’s babies … If I’m sleeping … don’t wake me … Don’t resuscitate …. I’m living the writtens of revelations …. I’m eating the …berfday cake … Of days fathers missed …. When all I had to eat was a mother’s kiss …
man...still kept that usual Zin swag w/a dose of introspection.
toejam,this your forte as shown by:
I want to do right Want to do the correct thing But people always want to take it to extremes And lately I find myself having Malcolm X dreams Waking up sweating as a tech screams It’s all quite vexing
Never tried to strike gold, but hope I struck a nerve
When you think about what they’ve shown us A bill of rights written by a bunch of slave owners Who will never favor me And all the blood we gave for free The inherent evil of slavery They’d rather send us to a grave early Or see our skulls pave the streets Than change the beat And we need to switch up the drums worse than 9th Wonder Wake these heads up out their light slumber...
3. "RE: gotdamn...sparring minds f'real.." In response to Reply # 1
cosign, props to both
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