(Krosswordze)

All the world's a stage

I guess I'm not a part of the act
I'm a part of the problem in fact, 'cause I'm smarter than that
Label they've lied to me, tied to me, time and again

I've tried to be wise truly, but all I've found in the end
That currently currency's a staple of men, I hate to be grim
But the line of intelligence and ignorance is apparently thin

In this garden of good & evil, the heart of me couldn't equal
A part of our chosen people, the art in our culture's keeper
In hoodies, and sweats, addidas

Kangol's, Gazelle's, and Beepers
From one of the most respected leaders, to not even considered even
We've even considered leaving, mistreated, enslaved, and beat us

In history's archive and hard drive they've tried to delete us
In this world of tomorrow, they treat us like yesterday
When they think it's cool to stay high, as the dropout rate

Been at war for a decade and can't get the budget straight
What can I say, I guess it's just the American way


(Hook)

Kill Whitey! Kill Whitey!

Say what you like but you think just like me
Die Darkie! Die Darkie!
A million words you've used to hurt and scar me

*Repeat Once*

(Crocker)


Through the trials and tribs, vials and hits
Say it's uh, wild as %#@!, way they styled the script

Tailored..not to impoverished, but those who admonish
Rape the resources and leave us in bondage
$#&@ the literal, but the literal is

It goes a lot deeper than subliminal shiiit
Work to die, work for why?
If you don't contribute, you're worthless, WOW!

So the wealthy prosper, then they tell me Crocker
Quell the nonsense, don't hail the honest
I tell 'em: You monopolized, prophesized

But you've not, nor never seen through prophet's eyes
Killed Martin
Killed Malcolm

Took Marcus Garvey and tried to out him
I prefer the poor and scorn the rest
$#&@ Barack Obama, elect Cornell West


(Hook)


Kill Whitey! Kill Whitey!
Say what you like but you think just like me
Die Darkie! Die Darkie!

A million words you've used to hurt and scar me
*Repeat Once*


(Hafez The Beast)

Religious odds we facin', between God & Satan

So my rap lines, compared to landmines, is detonating
Situations, promises, but nothing was kept
When I sleep, then I'm a thought closer to death

In a dream, I see footprints, two sets of steps
Woe from the sweat, cold and upset, flow and connect
It's like, life is good, then it turns for the worse

Scroll the holy books and then I search for a verse
It's my race, my religion, my faith My description, bickering through Jews & Christians
I throw needles and you duck, so it's the point that you missin'

It's hilarious, make salat, viewed as terrorist
Racism, poverty, secret societies watching me
Making prophecies logically follow me

This my philosophy: No More Drama
Baby girl get the world, I love Alana, and her mama
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