Coming fresh off the antihistamine,
To shed on the unsolved mystery,
Where corporate greed revolves misery,
& any feed received goes to the infantry...
The trinity is used as the fuel for collection,
& abused as a tool or collateral weapon,
Typa dudes shake your hand smiling god's reflection,
Then pocket's from the pan when it's passed down the section.
You might not relate but your mind must be blown-
We scrape off our plates and there's fights over crumbs-
Lies in our face I just cannot condone-
You just can't negate any place that I've gone, aayyyy:
Yahh, you just can't negate any place that I've gone!

For now I smoke it up like a ras-ta,
& Rock Italian sauce like pas-ta,
Wrote some wrongs then got up,
When you knocked us down we got up!
Shut up and smoke it let's light up this kill,
Whether you need it or do it for thrills,
Roll up the seedless n' chop down a filt,
Keep ganja rolling like automobiles!

~The Love Of Africa ~

Take it back to the time of Olduvai,
When it was all just fine between you and I,
Let's all be kind please do comply,
So we can take the poison from the food supply.
Fill our cups, raise to the sky,
Unveil the truth, at the roots of lies,
Let the mind reveal, a fool's disguise,
Who will prevail, you will decide,
Provider and preacher, the voice of a speaker.
Good or the evil, the choice of the people-
The eagle's deceitful and so out of reach,
Really shows me a piece of what's wrong with these weasels.
Needless to say I'm a little worked up,
So I'm twisting PK to match the purp cup,
I smoke every day it make the hurt stop ,
She gives me the change to make the world stop...
So I can slow it down real proper,
My green in jars like os-car,
This exclusive SH ros-ter,
Has just let out the mon-ster,
I'm Rastafarian,
In my safari and,
My dawgs are all eatin',
Or else nor am I feedin'...
Let's kick it off simplistic,
Nothing too explicit,
Just roll that jay and pass my way,
My people let's get lifted!
AAYYY , & lets get liftED!

For now I smoke it up like a ras-ta,
& Rock Italian sauce like pas-ta,
Wrote some wrongs then got up,
When you knocked us down we got up!
Shut up and smoke it let's light up this kill,
Whether you need it or do it for thrills,
Roll up the seedless n' chop down a filt,
Keep ganja rolling like automobiles,

~The love of Africa~

But-
Just to make this clear kissing nobody's ass here,
Appease this barri-er & it screams disaster,
And if I'm seen, that means there's glass there,
I'd love to break and smash just leave the past there...
But the truth is, I could never relate,
Cause I was born with the skin of a benefit race,
And Im torn between sin and benevolent fate,
- Just take a look at all the evidence mate... :
White rappers fake and tryna do a take over,
Trying to take the place of the place you was shaped over,
Now I'm the key debate in the case of the race war,
But I know my place and send the grace to my placeholder!
Heading straight to the top, i got it on lay-over...
The man needs to stop, sendin' these AK's over...
This pin that I bought, is to silence the fake-hovers...
But when this shit drops, it sounds like a take-over...
You make up like broads, you make up your lyrics.
You hitting the bar, I take off and clear it.
I'm leaving the throne, you cannot come near it.
So leave it alone, and work on your steering.
I'm aimed to the top I'm aimed at the guap,
but I'm different from you because selfish I'm not.
I always am thankful for presents I got,
Cause where I grew up there was never a lot...