Guard Your Food

I started crying because I felt like
We as African mens, we have to own something
We don't own anything
Ok, yeah, Nazareth man, you know what it is though
Yeah, y'all know who, the motherfucken maestro
Gun Row, Motown

Yeah, guard your food it's the new vultures
Hands on my plate when they imitate the culture
Thought for food I illustrate departure
Departing flights to St. Barbara, my mantra
Can't build a rep on what you plan on tomorrow
You can have that money but no time to borrow
I'm out to get the funds, see the sun out in Cairo
Flow hot pyro, snow albino
The unseen sight, he poured dope on the vinyl
The sound still important like a vote from a wino

Bound to catch a ear, would they hear it? Shit if I know
Will he catch a felony before the album strike gold?
When Mega caught that bullet, thought his soul went home
Got stories like the wire, all the shit that went wrong
I'm passing crosses in the lawn where he was murked at
It's no jobs, he asked his homie where the work at
All opposite colors employed something to smirk at
It's ironic, like a bullet in church hat
My nigga dying where the work at
My niggas dying where the work at

Killer chaos fill the graveyards, move crowds like an AR-15
My sixteens, big screen with scenes of bosses
Flossing with rich themes, coffins fit kings in mourning
Play organs or big strings
While, a portrait of a man born in August
Covered in oil drips, the color of the New York Knicks team
Haha-haha hallelujah

My bars are super, the Gods a ruler
A Kama Sutra ganja user, atomic Buddha, comet shooter
Deportation of the moon, two nations in the womb
One stole the birthright waiting to consume
Meditate in the room, my state in tune
Relate to everything great, sharp as a tool
No marks on the jewel
A wise man plays the part of a fool
The arguments due, haha-haha
The arguments due

Walkin' on the moon and still struggle to touch the skies
When try to walk in your shoes, but the boots is not their size
Had my hands up in the air, damn the pigs still let them fly
But I came back alive every single time I died
I'm immortal, the technique is Gordo you niggas fall though
Any verse I drop a gem, every single line is raw tho
The queens love the Portal in my El Dorado, they wallow
From Paris to Bordeaux, you know they hail the God yo

Every knee must bow and confess that I'm the best
To the game I made a vow, they say I spray like a vet
Came on the scene as a child, I was nothing like the rest
Shot niggas in the chest how I made a name for myself
It's the 7, cross me if you're trying to go to heaven
Lead the sheep like a shepherd, preach toe gospel like a reverend
To shine it takes years, but you could lose it in a second
Make sure I wash my hands, before I dine with the legends
Yeah

Beaming as bright as the sun
His roots were planted a long way west, in Detroit