Lying in the Desert
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Starting this off by letting y'all know
98% Of you MCs, you sound slow
Like you don't know, have no control
Hard dirt with no space to grow, slow
Only in it for the dough
Like them preachers and pastors, spirit imposters
We just like those Rastas, Irie, Bob Marley, Haile Selassie
Better yet, Peter Tosh is the new boss
With something you can feel, something for real
Some other shit will till the wheel stand still for real
I'm so ill, now let's go build until
All snakes get killed and carried off and buried deep
Dead meat, now let's go eat
And each feast, it don't come cheap
It cost a whole bunch for that whole lunch
And I'm at it like an addict, addicted to
Constantly connected to good tracks and music
Beats always keep me complete and always on my feet
And I always come correct with that ill dialect for the streets
From the hills to the projects, I stay on watch and never sleep
And all who sleep, you can stall that and fall back
And call me what you want and I'll be all that and all black
And you can be all wack and that's fact fiction
Like Christ being a Christian, listen
I paid my dues, I will not lose in this game I choose
'Bout to change the rules
Aha! Up jumps the boogie
So def I pro and I ain't never been a rookie
You can ask my cousin Joe, he know
Playing keno at the casino
Let's make a bet and I bet this vet will never let
Never let you get bored, keeping them floored
With this far out, it's like I plucked a star out the sky
So fly, so high, my name will live on forever
And never die, funk freaker, light seeker
I'm just that guy, Dr. Stokely, on the low key
Smokey Joe with the afro, sometimes I sport braids
Braggadocious, egotocious, host with the most
It's that guy with that Honest John approach
Never flew first class and I can't stand coach
Peace to my brothers locked up in jail
Hold your head high when walking through that hell
Like a Jedi, your third eye, it will reveal what's real
So now I hope you realize how I feel
Your real eyes will reveal and reveal
All that who lie about what's real
Come twist bliss with this
And when I'm done, all you hear is the hiss
And maybe some drum, drum
Drum, drum, drum
Ow, him got flow and yet him so old
Cold like ice, bold enough to sacrifice his life
For what's right and what's righteous
But step stupid and he might just make you go through it
Like Muhammad Ali, Cassius Clay all day
Make you have to pray through it, do it
Run through it like conduit, electricity
Lighting up the sky like the last Fourth of July
With a tear in Uncle Sam's eye, oh, what a bad guy
And he won't rest until all the red men die
And he feed off when the hungry baby cry, no lie
Like a junkie, gotta have him going through it
Devil made him do it, yes he did
Devil's always messing with my head, why kid?
In a mad man's world, how can I keep from going crazy?
Lately I've been fighting just to live
And get what the good Earth gives for free
Why I gotta pay just to be me, man?
God, I thought water was for free
And every fruit from every branch and every tree
It's supposed to be free