Yeah, yo, yo…
When I'm talking Moses, 10 Commandments
I'm talking Mosheh, on the tablets
Mossad agents
High-tech gadgets, anti-Arab, Zionist-fascist
Holocaust, that was tragic
No olive trees, no olive branches
No signs of peace in the Middle East
This is history I reexamine
When I say Mohammad I don't mean the Prophet
Kid in Gaza with no options
Kill his mamma, you don't see the problem
So he join Hamas and now you wanna bomb him
When I'm talking Jesus I don't mean the savior
I mean your neighbor, here for labor
Hard worker, paper chaser
But you refuse, you racist haters
No aviator, no Howard Hughes
I'm trying to reach the high altitudes
I touch the sky, uncloud my views
I came back down more powerful
For the promised land of milk and honey
[…?] honest man with filthy money
It's the banksta's that ganked us
It ain't the Taliban that killed this country
Al Qaeda coming so let's run
With this redrum for their hedge funds
More drones, less guns
Warzones, dead sons
Almost messed up
Everyone is so confused
I praise God, my escape pod
Is inside that vocal booth
I'm out …
Just give me a moment
In the quietness I need
My gun is unloaded
I leave down my weaponry
So we can finally be, free
Free…
In the moment
Just give me a moment
When I say autistic I don't mean retarded
But a genius light in a world of darkness
Well regardless, the world is heartless
Cell phone targets, killed by bombings
I'm out of shits I used to give
So close to death I see the lives I used to live
My future kids
I leave them with this tutelage
When I say Hip Hop I don't mean the music
I mean the culture
Not the vultures, Arenosa
Fucking devils smell like sulfur
Fearless when I spit the flow
Talk with my hands like Cicero
And it' won't be funny like Piscopo
Cos romancing death is miserable
So I don't gotta die for this shit to go
I'm hungry and invincible
One nation indivisible
Betrayed by individuals
Deceptence of the criminals
That pretended to be biblical
And hide behind residuals
So I'm critical of those bankrupting ass spirituals
I'm on double time, double tap, Hip Hop demeanor
Collapse your lungs like emphysema
Light one up with your subpoena
Glow like fish from Fukushima
I sing like Christians in a arena
Fed to the lions and hyenas
Massacred like Indonesia
Gone are the days of Iwo Jima
Cos the surplus isn't just troops that we sent to Iraq
It was the surge of money that we paid rebels not to shoot back
That's not victory, but its history
And liberties slope is slippery
More miscarriages than delivery
Genocide bombs like ol hickory
The green leaves are made of bigotry
So the fed reserve ain't shit to me
It's symmetry to tyranny
With freedom as its imagery
So I'm firing artillery
At every possibility
When my moment comes fuck sympathy
Just keep fighting with dignity...
Just give me a moment
In the quietness I need
My gun is unloaded
I leave down my weaponry
So we can finally be, free
Free…
In the moment
Just give me a moment
…of peace…

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