[Verse 1:]
My powers don’t come from Harvard
Or scholars from Ivy League college
Sorry, my powers don’t come from dollars
My powers come from balancing knowledge in the words I’m pronouncing
True power is heard when silent
Just raw talent
The star gazer, god nature
Darth Vader of the Vedas
Sharp saber, goth slayer
Dark sayer
My reign is here, the art maker
The arm leg a leg a arm head alpha omega
Lady throb heartbreaker
The crocodilе god new now for the waves back in thе days
That’s why our black plays attract the gators
Sobek, Totec
The ghost jest, a breath taker
These are bars here
Come sit in the barber chair, sharp as razors
The god whisperer for prisoners with Wallace D. Fard literature
In a mixture of Hare Krishnas
See my life cycles through various pictures
Reincarnation of all my phases
From bald to faded to corn braided to beards long and grayish
I age strong and gracious
Never outdated, these are my Psalms of David
[Verse 2:]
My bars are like AMSR and distant voices of gods
A 528 Hertz verse mathematically charged
So Baphomets and savages get carved
I rep the sun, moon and star
Meaning one in tune with Allah
Then appears Heru through a fog
Then Jesus in Peru in a lodge
Coded tree house, snowy breeze coated the leaves
Covered the seeds, cups of tea sprouts
Blue forest, binaural oral
Rhymes open pineal portals abnormal, I’m immortal
Ambiance amethyst Lazarus transit absence catalyst rapping passion analyst
Killah Priest speaks insomnia relief
Fall asleep, white noise, night joys and drama to reach calamitous peak
Thermometers peak, Hopi chief, Dalai Lama in sheets