Meditate to Jem (feat. MZ)

Whoa whoa whoa
See ones wrist draw
Written wisdom I win some if they listen with no chip on
Im light on write on lion
Pythons only wrap on kicks step hiss blood kiss check this swish ish
Insidious linguistics lacing the cut razor ridiculous neosporin repentance
Slash your beef intentions I'm Medicine
Disfigure refigure your figures like Bruce Jenner
With grillz in the mirror wishing to be better
Transformative stacks raising your stock it's the degree of my art
Influence your heart put chains that retort put value in charts
Creating peaks in your lows enlighten your optics to grow
Reform from my diamond glow listen squint get acquainted with it the glass on my wrist Rolex everlasting masonic sentences equivalent to heat off the grip
Fire get lit
The fires in strife are designed to give you life cancer ashes to oxygen masks
It's the ashes that advances the Phoenix
The sphinx is our inheritance a god man rely on (lion) light become a beacon
if you like choose to listen while in your trenches adjust reach for the wrenches
By listening to inward convictions heat turns your dust into prisms that glistens if ya
Meditate dominate your mental plate
If you don't you'll create something else in your fate
Your dungeon I'm lying (lion) a dragon with jargon gripping your jaw
Crippling thoughts into comatose until you pursue enlightenment

Yea born from the muscle hustled mad years and emerged from the rubble
I spit mad ether I'm that deeper back slap
Preachers and leeches from the front to the bleachers
In tune with the features of the messianic type a zenith in the afterlife when I write
It's like the sun moon and stars send vibrations through these bars
Expanding like dark matter and scatter your entourage
Exposing dark matter cause all dark lives matter exposing your dark chatter cause
Z been the same since way back with the wave caps
A top shotta that brudda that slaved where they made rap
Seem distant and foreign we came through pouring
Blood sweat and tears elevating ideas
So what you see in the present yea we really lived that
Wrapped it with a bow and handed it with no kick back
Sort of like Martin and Biko when spitting writtens
A gleam into a dream that's visiting all your children
Mind bending microcosmic intergalactic prisms subatomic quantum particles
Lyrical algorithms empirical exorcisms
Of wack rappers and back stabbers we pimp slap ya
And stack faster like lens crafters with clear vision
Sooo
My eyesight's though insight we incite through intuition