Victory is rare, what's guaranteed is the struggle Attempt to stay humble
We vent to stave hunger. X4
Sacred symmetry
Vision stay doubled off 'Key...
Vernacular of actual MC
No sense in repenting humanity's last gasps
They clasp at material
Can't grasp my material
Infectious thought patterns define what's surreal
Flesh reconstructed but the essence never healed Hovered over self...
Self inflicted cap-peel
This type unpolished ending always lacked mass appeal Wait
Rate of accession correlates with how you kneel? Innocence is spilt but we just watch it congeal Falsehoods revealed just like truths...
Without proof it's just words we dilute
Dictated scripture still the breath of man's corrupt picture Spoils go to the victor so your history is rancid
Peep they reaction when you mention Black Panthers Outrage is standard
Action's at a minimum
They might have the podium
But lack the curriculum.
Victory is rare, what's guaranteed is the struggle Attempt to stay humble
We vent to stave hunger. X4
These right here are tactile verses Open hand slap persons
Full immersion,
Certified word surgeon
Same lyricist just an updated version Understated skills that's for certain Older now, I'm nice off straight bourbon Immune to fake sermons
Your prophets straight serpents
Dälek ain't built for worship
This amount of knowledge make their program nervous
Delete that shit on purpose
Cognitive thought, no rehearsing
They don't teach this style, call me cursive
I'm cursed with perception of our ancients in a time with little patience
Opposition's tiny minded brittle faces, chasing, plasticine dreams seen on 4K flat screens Slow pace won't attract them crack fiends
Only built for hero-een
A hero when I'm gone
While I'm here a mere pawn in this chess match
Calm when I'm stressed Black.
Take your time digest that!
Victory is rare, what's guaranteed is the struggle Attempt to stay humble
We vent to stave hunger. X4