👁 broke the mold
Of fashion Nubian stories that will never be told
Unscathed written powers out of a scroll
Unfortunate
You couldn't fathom the thought of it
Realizing that my visions were something you were absorbing
This is the last chapter
Of the syndicate
Absolutely nothing but the truth is what you gonna get
Physical forget it
Ya mind said I lacked it
Threw that curveball bullshit at me and I roofed it
My time tell
Signs are cubic
Any bad will thoughts you got about us
We're immune to it
Dedicated to my forefathers
👁 promise
My lyrical format guarantees paying homage
You do the knowledge
I'm century circular sonic
👁 started ebonics
My thoughts are bionic
Celebrated like Hanukkah
My Celestial resides in Africa
Who were the only people chosen to see the Last Emperor
2007 degrees is the temperature
👁 knew you was gonna burn
👁 knew you couldn't measure
Sellin ya Soul for that lost buried treasure
That was found in 1792 on a cold day in December
👁 remember
All of my nubian sistas
Meditating 3 deep in sugar cane fields
Chalices with filters
Who were the 1st pilgrims?
Phenomenons
Who 1st built them?
Lionhead ganja spliffs
Who 1st skilled them?
Creating our own social class system