[Verse: Big Rube]
Yeah, you already know what it is
Big Rube ATL SWAT zone-four, Algiers
The time has come to get from underfoot
Of the relentless oppression intended to cement our cultural regression
By combining as one to halt its insidious succession
Of those who've lain false claim to that which they are not destined:
The freedom of the human soul regardless of race, creed or color
No nation or person of any station has a right to hold sway over another
Beings of light cannot be treated as matеrial possessions
So we can no longer sit in accеptance of our own spiritual recession
A primary imperative is defense against attack
Though displeasing, for every bite received we must bite back
Spread our wings wide and take righteous flight back
Soar proudly through the skies, restore our cultural heights back
In doing so, cripple the White Crow and force it to the ground
And again see freedom’s shape and clearly hear its beautiful sound
As it resounds