1600
You are West & I am East
therein lies a philosophical disturbance of the peace
It doesn't take a P.H.D to figure
that I am not an accomodating negro
nor some befuddled five senseless
The mentals that I flex are 6 , 7th , 8th !
The muscles of your philosophy are in an atrophied state
Pacifyingly weak , with imminent defeat on it's path's direction
Like Western Civilization requires sunblock for it's protection
So I deplete the ozone from a throne called a mind of my own
Rocking fros diametrically opposed to your 360
Plagiarist like Plato & Socrates can miss me
with their wild pitch of philosophical bull !
Pawns & glass ceiling Rooks naive & shook to the art of war
Who me American dreamin' ? Nah ... I just stay woke to checkmate the snore
Blessed with a thought process that adheres the request
to consume & digest the West as a WASTE of my mutha ***in' life time !
While blinders impede the peripheral vision of the Ghetto's mind
I harvest crops of Black Dot pupils from my Cyclopean school
Like the Temple of Karnak would marquee it's golden rule
I never catered to the conceit like some insolent bastard
My concern is to free the minds of the masses with my Morpheus Masters
My papyrus of phonics give way to ebonics
that can break down the sum total of Ben Bernanke economics
But to no avail as the pores of your Western Indigo mind fails
to absorb the significance , Talking loud & aint saying nothing
magnifies the difference of our polarization
As I extract the wheat from the tare we are facin'
A fallacy percieved to be real
But which one does the Creator cater to
& to which one does God feel ?
I think you know the answer to that & even if you don't
I will still be the most significant exiled cat !
Synonomous with "The Lion King's" recall trying to posess it all back !
While you stay status quo within the circumference of all that you know
I will be espousing the 6 , 7th & 8th of as above ... so below !
