The Resurrection

Are you ready, for the Resurrection
The Resurrection of the Hip Hop Daughters and Sons
Bringing lyricism back in the game
Restoration of, honor back, into the name
Creativity is gone, so we bringin it back
Similes and metaphors, punch lines, attack
The Consciousness... educate, entertain
Stimulate ya from ya feet, to the top of ya brain... yeah

Yo... they brought me out, to try to change, the rap game
So this is for the folks... tired of the same thang
Yeah... Now I'm smokin 'em like opium
My rhymes come in 16 round clips, I'm loadin 'em
I slowly aim, then I start to bust
Lyrical lead... craterin the side of ya head
No exit wounds, riddled wit bullets, laced wit metaphors
Hollow-tipped similes... they open ya energy
Centers... they realignin ya chakras
VIbration of harmonies, metaphysical opera
Like Deepak Chopra
I've spoken to the spirit inside, it woke up
Animated from a deep sleep, in the pit of my body
Spiritual siren, now the sleeping giant arises
The Resurrection of Osiris baby
I got my Anhk back, and now I know these tyrants hate me
But see the only thing that hatin will git you
Is an overdevelopment of mental issues
So while you hatin on my conscious swag
I'm learnin ya tricks and games, so I lessen my pain
Tryna bring real change to rap songs, they lack substance
Spittin rhymes, but they talkin bout nothin
Most of you brothas is doin what the Masters say
You playin the game... just the way they want you to play
You about that street Life, so you is a street walker
Steady prostitutin yaself... to false altars
Worshippin all these material things
Money and women... cars and clothes... fame and bling
You not teachin ya kids, a damn thing
But bad habits, illusions of a lifestyle lavish
Tragic... below average intelligence
You own stuff that depreciates... but nothin of real relevance
Development is the essence... of intelligence
Anything contrary... is simply negligence
Negligence... of the natural order
Tryna git a date wit Destiny, but you can't afford her

Are you ready, for the Resurrection
The Resurrection of the Hip Hop Daughters and Sons
Bringing lyricism back in the game
Restoration of, honor back, into the name
Creativity is gone, so we bringin it back
Similes and metaphors, punch lines, attack
The Consciousness... educate, entertain
Stimulate ya from ya feet, to the top of ya brain... yeah

My 6th Sense, is in tune, it moves smoove, like Sine waves
Patternized to align, with the Divine ways
Stay on the move, cuz in one place, I cant stay
1-Sixteenth, like a Trion Re
Re-Amon... Son of the Re... Ray of the light
Enlightened the Buddha... then I gave life to the Christ
The Christ in me... So my friend quantity's limited
Unlimited in thinking, so I'm knowin no limits
So eternal like the Vesica Pisces, precisely
The replication of Truth... I think I might be
Winged girl on my shoulder, I call her Nike
Hold a Blood Moon in my hand, call me the Night King
42 Rings, for 42 Laws
42 Glyphs... painted on the side of my jaws
The Cube is a masculine shape, The Circle is feminine
If flair is panache, then finesse is the synonym
The fire in my eye-lids, keepin me heated
Repeatedly double my knowledge like a Binary Sequence
Scopin out the Fruit of Life... in the Flower of Life
Sharpen my vision... so my eyes cut like a knife
Razor sharp... slicin from the bottom to top
A river of rhymes... so my dope flow never stops
Seriously, lyrical, tactil fractil, wow
Yo... You got a question, you should probably ask, now
Orc Cloud, surrounds ya Star System
I absorb orbs of lords, to gain wisdom
Wormholes are portals and not tunnels
I pummel Star-gates wit grace, and form funnels
I tick, like the metronome, Attack of the Clones
Cobra Command... plannin in the Terrorist Dome
Phobos Monolith... cuz I'm standin tall on ya block
The tick to the tock... stocked Moon rocks in the Boondocks
Silver Nitrate coursin my veins
Protectin my lyrical spirit from Vampiric etherics
My spoken words, are my verbal mementos
I'm Element 5... I'm the Numero Cinco, Elemento
Pretzelized ya mind... I gotcha twisted
Dark Matter all in my lyrics, a Black Mystic
I guess ya missed it, I curved the ball
You'll never admit it, but pride comes before the fall
Got my Masters, so I'm certified to teach
Undefeatable... kinda like Invictus speech
I soothe the beat... like a Eucalyptus leaf... Oral stimulation, call it cunnilingus speak... yeah

Are you ready, for the Resurrection
The Resurrection of the Hip Hop Daughters and Sons
Bringing lyricism back in the game
Restoration of, honor back, into the name
Creativity is gone, so we bringin it back
Similes and metaphors, punch lines, attack
The Consciousness... educate, entertain
Stimulate ya from ya feet, to the top of ya brain... yeah