Dogon State of Mind

This song is for a few (This song is for a few)
This song is, this song is for a few
Like cryptic Nsibidi
This song is for a few like a Dogon sculpture
So hold on vultures
Some tried to lowball us but
Silly we, we no more unconscious (yo)

Soul in Mali, mind in feudal Japan
Only here a while so I'm with frugal with time
A life of skill honing, the ideal ronin
Feel like a Dogon shogun when Real coming
You don't even gotta go east
Mesoamerica, West Africa know this
Wisdom rebranded as esoteric, my goal is
Show and remind them with
Charged punchlines delivered like a Robeast
You shiver, as volts run through your spine
We sleeping, how is my whole continent blind? (why)
They can't get rid of us. Though once undermined (No)
We ain't Dead, see? Not enough salt in the brine
Learnt my history got mo' confident now I'm
Just trying to get funds to co-sponsor the rhyme
(Dollar dollar bill y'all)
And woe betide the next monster who tries to jack us
And sell back our chattels at mark-up

This song is for a few like a Dogon sculpture
So Hold on, vultures
Some tried to lowball us but
Silly we, we no more unconscious
Strong as Killi-We, I see

This is an exam cover your work
Do not let the next man discover your worth
Could be a predator, R Kelly or worse, the senator version
You? The X-men covered in dirt, your
Politics I veto, respect Magneto
I guess Professor X too, my tactics are peaceful
On the beat though I be reckless like Evil
Morty (Oh geez), watch me express my legal
Intent to nullify contracts my people
Signed with they oppressors. We producers, how do we go
Contrariwise to the 20-80 Pareto
Ewo! See finesse. Yes, finally we know
Also, Yes, I'm Igbo. Also blessed, I'm thankful
My heart bleeds though for those who gotta creep
Bare feet in contaminated creeks
Still trying to find nemo to eat
But only found empty shells, shells of themselves
Now when they themselves tell they tales it is L's
I wail! I'm exhausted for real
In order to chill I choose reclusion
Cos it's part of the build I'm made of
A few psychological ills, no complexes though
The Martyr, the victim - the trade-off we know
You could debate but if it be told
It's shade-off in truth, like who will fold?
I see your Adolf and raise you a Leopold (all in)
Lagos to Kinshasa, I will bear the load
To say stuff that tracks with my people railroading the memo
Till we get it, get it?

This song is for a few like a Dogon sculpture
So hold on vultures. Some tried to lowball us but
Silly we, we no more unconscious
Strong as Killi-We, I see
Through the metaphors and similes
This assembly is for we to remember secrets
Then Keep it like cryptic Nsibidi

This song is for a few like a Dogon sculpture
So hold on vultures. Some tried to lowball us but
Silly we, we no more unconscious
Strong as Killi-We, I see
Through the metaphors and similes
This assembly is for we to remember secrets
Then Keep it like cryptic Nsibidi