Song suggestions: Sunshower, The Birth, Tragedy, A Day To God Is 1000 Years, School (with Masta Killa), Impossible (with the Wu-Tang Clan), A Better Tomorrow (with the Wu-Tang Clan), Chi Kung (with Kinetic 9), Koto Chotan (with Tash Mahogany & Masta Killa), See The Joy, Cherry Range (with Kinetic 9 & Xavier Naidoo)

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          Quotes:

          I dropped out of school, I went to the college of self

           – Chi Kung (with Kinetic 9)

          Yo, the pen is mightier than the sword, as I face my worldly challenge
          In the scale of justice and my heart remains balanced and neutral
          My respect for all men is mutual
          As my thoughts surpass a level to which you devils compute to
          You’ve been given the chance to hear the true and living
          So do the knowledge, son, before you do the wisdom

           – A Day To God Is 1000 Years

          Insight, ignite, and then men might, see love and hell
          Hell and right, then excel, to be masters of your circumference
          First, by obtainin’ mastery of your common sense
          This supreme wisdom clears a man’s vision
          You can see it through the lies and the phantasm
          Of the equivocal, two-faced political individual
          Who’s only out for residual, fabricatin’ lies
          To eradicate the wise
          But we come to civilize and gravitate to the skies
          Of the heavenly celestial sphere
          Trust me, son, it’s dear, in between your ears

           – A Day To God Is 1000 Years

          That’s why we study degrees
          And keep our third eye open for c-cypher punks
          Will bag you for a blunt and lock you up for a month

           – Cherry Range (with Kinetic 9 & Xavier Naidoo)

          Yo, yo, assassination, vaccination, poor education
          Infatuation with Satan with global nation taxation
          Fiber-optic, microscopic biological germ
          Mad Cow burger on the market, Captain of your starship
          I never departed once I started
          To explore these regions that was uncharted

           – Tragedy

          Cuz yo, this right here
          Is called Knowledge of Self
          When you apply that to yourself, you know yourself
          You understand, yo, it’s gonna get your third eye opened
          You can see things for what they are, and not what they appear to be
          A brother gave me this knowledge, and passed this information to me

           – The Birth

          Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision
          Of the prism of light but still blind
          Because you lack the inner, every sinner
          Will end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire
          Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out
          You cry out your words fly out, and sounds die out
          You remain unheard, sufferin eternally, internal external
          Along with your wicked fraternal from generals to colonels
          Releasin thermonuclear heat that burns you firmly
          And permanently upon this journey
          Through the journal of the book of life
          Those who took a life without justice
          Will become just ice ice ice
          It’s been taught that your worst enemy couldn’t harm you
          As much as your own wicked thoughts
          What devils fought we wrought, and let’s annoint
          Now you’re bein persecuted by that universal court court court
          Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend of sandal
          With rose petals and jasmine, as men use talismans
          Burn some incense, chantin witchcraft to reach high dimensions
          I’m convinced, Allah is God always has been always will be
          You could travel every square inch of the planet Earth and still be
          Ninety-three million miles away from the sun
          Til you realize you and the sun is one, like the knowledge
          Know the ledge to where your heart is
          Or fall off into the internal hell that’s uncharted
          Light travels at the rate of 186,000 miles per second
          Through time and space, until it reach a target
          And once we’re freed of darkness, and show em where the path
          From which the Red Sea was parted, into these straight
          At the narrow gate, but wide is the road to destruction and hate
          What you thought life was a sport? A game?
          One hundred years short, know the soul is immortal
          Walk through many portals, and those who go astray
          Will pay a judgment day, and these few years of wicked bullshit
          Ain’t worth the eternity inside a sulfur lake
          With dragons and snakes, and any pain you can imaginate
          Instead, I chose to become a newlywed to the true bread
          Of life and fed God Degree of light to my head
          It’s been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awake
          And take care of my brother, and uncover reveal the skin
          So we can see each other, cause every color
          That makes the light appear duller, who’s the colored man?
          Who’s the original, who’s the biochemical
          Who’s the grafted digital, digital, digital, digital
          Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

           – Sunshower

          They say wisdom, is the wise words spoken
          By a brother attemptin’ to open
          The graves, of these mentally dead slaves
          Who’ve been lost on a cross, for decades
          And centuries, lookin’ for the liberty
          But receive nothin’, but misery
          And hard times, and things of that nature
          By the devil with a genocide caper
          Little Boy Peep, has lost his sheep
          But I found ’em, in a deep long sleep
          Nine thousand miles away from home
          Livin’ the life of a modern-day Flintstone
          We the people, supposed to be equal
          But the men who wrote that, they was evil
          Slave owners, who did not include us
          They just used us, and abused us
          First they trick you, then mentally kill you
          And use technologies, to rebuild you
          This whole plan was a perfect scam
          See that’s why they called it, the Six Million Dollar Man
          Six is the limitation of the Devil
          In the Million square miles of land that he settles
          Put you in a three piece suit, give you loot
          Chemicals in your head to make you look cute
          They use you as a fool to deceive your own people
          And fillin’ my children head with pins and needles
          But I’ll take out the pins you inserted
          And I’ll avenge all my mothers that you murdered
          And brutalized, by this modern form of slavery
          To speak the truth it takes bravery
          And no man could stop my flow
          Because I know what I speak and I speak what I know

           – The Birth

          Two hundred thousand million atmosphere cubic feet of air we breath
          While niggas minds are trapped twenty thousand fathoms beneath
          The sea of reality, they can’t inhale deep, devils have em
          Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum
          And shatter bone fragments
          Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet
          Thrown into a six by eight steel cabinet
          Liftin weights readin ancient tablets, back on the block nobody’s havin it
          Those who haven’t learnt get returned
          You freaky ass niggas get burned
          Some walk around like they ain’t concerned
          With the hell goin on inside the world
          Why do grown men molest little girls?
          Is it because the girl’s breast has swelled
          To the size of a woman, although she’s twelve
          The whole world is sick, sick, sick
          Trapped up in six, six, six
          I started off as a pawn in this marathon of life
          Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon
          A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we’re from paragon
          Goin in circles, like a ferris wheel
          Undernourished meals I cherish hope, drown inside the sea of life
          Use my third eye for a periscope, and take flight to the edge of night
          To far heights so dark that even wit a bright light
          You couldn’t see a spark of light
          While others play ball, I recall, me and GZA, Dirty
          Hangin in halls, bangin on walls
          Kickin rhymes three hours straight with no pause
          Boostin from Freeport sunrise to Amityville morgue
          Kept razorblade between the jaws, breakin all laws
          Started out writin fables to makin beats on lunchroom tables
          To wearin long cables that hung down to the navel
          So pack some crack and fat sacks of skunk
          To funnel the P-Funk, smokin woolie blunts
          Dust cocktails and primos, shot more dice than casinos
          Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.I. MC’s
          All and Together Now Crew B.C.C
          REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D
          Ol’ Dirty stalked East New York,GZA maintained Franklin Lane
          I was going to Thomas the Jeff, where students got slain
          Old Earth got nervous walked me to Shaolin sent me to Curtis
          Took share time in Marquis, U-God general contractin service
          While Meth Chef and Deck was off the New Dorp
          For white boys who took steroids
          Buildin up bicep tricep pectoids and deltoids
          Back when our girlfriends was virgins
          Cuttin class with Ghost tryin to bag hoes in Murry Bergtraum
          A Maybeldine beacon night school Washington Irving
          These young Gods was seekin
          Hoes in Westinghouse and Clara Parton and Medina
          Girls who sung like Sarafina
          On the corner of Belmont and Picket Avenue I seen her
          As if I dreamed her
          I was dead broke, now I will use key notes to make G-notes
          So it’s always hope
          See subway train run through the city like blood through the veins
          To the heart of Medina, but Shaolin is the brain
          So take heed to these words
          And feel the power of the Sunshower

           – Sunshower

          Yo, as a life can be slowed down 20 frames per second
          Seen through Panavision
          The inner light inside my mind’s shines expands the prism
          A man of wisdom, victorious and the glorious
          Sight beyond sight we stand up as Divine Warriors
          Who smite with the mighty right hand of God
          Yield the holy sword, swings the holy rod
          Then bathe in the pond of Nirvana, escape the realm of Karma
          Allow the true grace of God to shine through my persona
          And build the reconstructional terms that’s constructive
          As we destroy the negative germs that’s destructive
          Productively, sincerely, we uphold the righteous banner
          With the gold touch of Midas, mold the righteous hammer
          And anvil, to the sound of Man-drill
          Ignite to the speed of light cause time to stand still
          Rewrite the script of Egypt, who made the Holy Bible
          Or Koran, how long ago, who made the Holy Title?
          Of I Self Lord And Master, who control the vital
          Parts of your heart, who wrote the wise recitals?
          Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head
          Still puzzled like the jigsaw

           – The Birth

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