I'm like Thelonious, at the underground pianoI'm dressed in camo, the grenades, guns and ammoDeath to Sambo, cinema bouquet and a candleI came to take back that other two fifths of a man's soulFrom a silhouette standing in the apertureTo a figurehead standing in the path of a killerYoung gorilla just scrambling for AfricaPrepped and will accept nothing but a massacrePremonition and intuition is a bitchGot a message from the heavens, all it said is to resistKeep the grief like an elevator pitchA delegated stitch, cause the spirit is a stitchIn America, the rich love to wear it on they wristThey call it shots, they don't wear it on they hipJiggling of the chains, I can still hear it on the shipOne hand loads the clip, feel the rubber on the gripMe and my reflection center one anotherOn the trip, I'm under 21 and bentNow you know what punishment, listenIt ain't an easy odyssey, but you will follow meWe do kinesiology, but no apologyShine the light, take over, clock is right on meI know what you find, the one thing they can't seeWhat they say, they'll take your breathDon't give your weightThe deeper the breath, the louder the screamI cower between the two monsters out of my dreamA Cadillac, a limousine, the anti-nigga machineAnd if I wake up alive, I bet they won't complainUp 10 times, the warning signs went unseenTo me they've done something, they tried to clip my wingsBut not before I understood how any cave bird singsThe soul was something before we became earthlingsFreedom is better than heroin, morphine, or methadoneThey force feed their fears into our flesh and boneInside of my confessional, I decompress aloneI'm more skeptical of following the metronomeI guess technically I'm on another echelonIt just gets to me the way they lay the pressure onIt ain't an easy odyssey, but you will follow meWe do kinesiology, but no apologyShine the light, take over, clock is right on meLight, light, lightI know what you're findingStop the wave, GodYou can't see, no, there's no wayTook it tough, nigga, let's go, niggaNow that *** goBoy grown, hands like Roy JonesKing Tut, bracelet on, encrusted, flooded in stones, broArtists in the sharpestMerged like three-bedroom apartmentsPick one room, they own roomsLet me start this, my art, retarded kidsThe arsonists and ostrich, the moon is the parkWe been partners, ***Say no other, we the Jungle Brothers out in KenyaHow we did in December?Loaded them cartridges, the lines is like ninesP-80s, mean babies, word to mamaTore a llama's paper, we seem crazyLouis Richie, the drummerThoughts from the black boy, boy, Mama CoySee the numbers, stay maxin' and relaxin'Chuck Drury in 2027, I'm as resolvedI see the stunners gettin' busy on the bridgeHeaded out, fleein', yo, don't ***And stop wastin' time, take some shineShine the lantern, through the dark, it's bright on meAll I want to find, the one thing they can't seeThough they say, they'll take your painDon't give it away