Walk On High

Yo! Here's some stuff I learned when I was old. Every rhyme you write has a soul
It has a life. You breathed in it! So don't disease in it. More healing more so pease
Please. You get it? Good

For the gods you feed in it, the odds you leave in it
Think not? Believe in it

At the close of manhood, you see different
You reflect and reminisce but change interests

You become more industrious, if you've worked as long as us
and confirmed that the best way for us is us

We trust in God, man is fickle
Phony as a bright ass copper nickel

Three for five dollars, it don't mean shit
When the value of five dollars can't buy shit

Dollars to pesos, live at six
You don't quite know who you fuckin' with

I can show you, better than tell you, that's best this time
Fire next time? Done last time

You had a chance to wrong your rights
But when right goes wrong Yo! it's time to fight

I float like a butterfly sting like a bomb
You will say, What the fuck's goin' on

Checkmate pawn, no Pun was intended
Destined for greatness, then he ascended

Like Elijah ascension, unexpected
Twenty-eight so soon, I was affected

I was twenty-six, his death hit home
I hoped that he and Cube would write new songs

And Joe and Cube would square it up
Grow old together and make some bucks

Like Cube and Common, they patched it up
It warmed my heart in Barbershop

I saw atonement, real to us
Why Farrakhan is just best for us

And Joel Osteen, magnanimous
Inspired by powers higher up

It's evident it's time to prequel sequels
It's evident all men created equal

Three pop goes the weasel like Evel Knievel
Kingdom bestial, ceased deceasing them

From Nat King Cole back to Nat Turner teachin' you
Right before the, widowers peaked in you

The widows would peak and the violence would cease
Came back years ago, returned like a thief

The lamb grew tired, the ram don't sleep
I'm tryin' to learn you, you're too dumb to think

Keep your knives dull, I've sharpened my teeth
Sharpened my pen, pad on its back

Fucked the sheets! Came back comely
Don't follow me, I'm not interested, fellowships wreak

I don't get to know you, you left me in Crete Nigga
Upside down and left side weak

Vision Peter with Pistol, Iron Sheiks
I'm Omar Caliph, son of Ander

Past purgatory, so fuck your slanders
Candid candor? Can't stand your standards

Standin' on bullshit, all you can handle
All you can eat, you gluttony pig

Gut him, fuck him up, punk his kids
What we do is what you did

Monkey see what monkey is
Nigga fucked with the Comely Kid

Removin' my bib, playtime over, nothing under the bridge
Light like lightning then thunder it is

Nerd from the neighborhood, one of Herb's kids
Baby boy got big Blood, cousin got sig

Related to both sides relativity kids
Probably outside your matrix, mentally, physically fit

Fit and finish, soundin' splendid
Blink done blessed me with this, hittin' hard threw everything at it

Kitchen sinkin' this bitch
Brother O, Black Drop niggaz misfits with this

Havin' a fit, consumption of nothing, it's heaven sent
Sike I'm highly hyped joint blunt and a fifth

Started at three and got skipped
Gifted talented shit

Fourth and fifth grade four months, shit promoted to six
Ostentatious resilience, juggernaut in this bitch

Knockin' you over, barely bumped you
baby Huey the shit, wicked as the wickedest witch

Switch with a pitch fork
Callin' Olsen watching Mork on a Stork

Hangin' by a thread can't take me to court
Ordered vision, hearin' cantankerous court

Cantankerous court? Flashin' in my head
Seein' habeas corpus, fuckin' foreign forces

Clouds then David Bennett, codes like Morse then
Arepo Opera Tenet

The Voynich Manuscript, inscribed within it
Defined parameters, present tenses

It makes no sense, but it sounds intense
Heavy as a foggy dawn, hydrant open water on

Hocus pocus! Word is bond
Can't tell you how long you've been carryin' on

You really never stopped, just changed your forms
We know form and function fucker, fucked up the norm

Storm, form and you can't perform
Just another limp dick at the door

Don't wanna be poor, tired of broke
Make America greater? Promissory notes, promise to give me acres

At this time fuck the mule G
Grant me any V12 Benz and GMC

I figure seven mil for each family that you sold for free
In exchange for servitude, involuntarily

Promise to pay every Black a mint
If they prove Sub Saharan African descent

Promise to give Natives their land back
Promise for all the immigrants

Who seek asylum, kingdom phylum
Genus species, homonyms, human men, and women Man

We said we found it evident, equality got set aside
We thought in days you would oblige

That was 1865, muthafucka what's this? 1996
Goddamn! It's 2020, that makes no sense

We know when shit is relative, we know when shit's irrelevant
We know how yo' ass sees evidence, what's evident, your truth looks bent

Bend that shit back before we blow this bitch
Literally Moby Dick

Ismael start talkin
Black Drop, Blink, and O keep it walkin' nigga