A little piece of information, brittle pieces defamation
Middle east is my formation it'll crease the declaration if we
Lease our blessed nation, holy land and modernization
Honey’s gone, and so is inflation, of our spirits we're the masons
Must we wait for revelation? No
Understand, it's the prophet dabbling strokes on the piano
Mic in hand, I dip into this mindstate, where the only sound that matters is the oral landscape
Where the lyrics is paint, and the mind is the canvas
The true meaning of art universal like an atlas
At last! Tired MCs can rest, wired MCs can test, blow up on CDs at best
Why? Verbality is dead, banality has led the majority of heads into money-driven sleds
Street exegesis, a 16 bar text for a thesis
The truth is blinding but we still think it’s beneath us

I saw her sitting in the corner crying, trying to maintain her sanity from all the lying
Her soul is yelling out, we all hear but we don't wanna listen, we rather shine and glisten
Blind rats caught up in the system where: 1 in 5 can barely survive
The drama is live, you work hard but can't get out of the hive
3 years of your life, the guns and the knife, tragedy's trife, your family is paying the price
Who is to blame? No one is taking the fault
They speak of milk and honey but im getting water and salt
Let me retort: it ain't a sport, they lie by default
More promises of hope, more blood on the asphalt
Is she in front of our eyes? Is she beneath us?
Whether you pray to hashem, allah or jesus...she's real
Not a myth, a mystery or a makeshift
She's right there, you just gotta get up and face it