Streets on the Wall

These cats round here

Acting like nephelim

When it comes to the word play God be the best of em

Sudafed these cats

Peace I rested them

Development arrested them

Garden of Eden tested them

Cats needs naps

I ain't talkin neck line

These burning sands

You ain't crossing

No Greek to follow

They still tryna check mine

I explode the field like

Holy Field hears

Straighten combs to the neck line

Saint no Nick's

I be Cannon

From the drum line to the

Gun Line

I be boss

Caged to save the Albotross

The last of my kind

The rage of an uncaged mind

You'll never see me in a line

With men battling men to see who's better

I'm the God of War

So cold

I wear the battlefield for a sweater

God of War don't mean Mars

Cause I don't steal knowledge

Nor claim Greek

But when i speak

I make you God seek

Using bird songs and creek beats

Cherokee Apache Navaho flow

Standing room only wall to wall

Ceiling to the floor

From the pulpit to the doe

Cats claiming number one because of cash flow

Keep the slave masters

just give me the trees

Growing crops is the only way you find me on my knees

Unlike some of these

Sodom and Gomorrah emcess

And if the real ones got the trees

You can't make no dough

Sorry France and England

Alkebulan is taking back there gold

And all you usta be real emcees

You need to go back to the moment before you fell to your knees

And reclaim your soul

What good is fame

With a tainted name

Ain't nothing but shame

In a crowded lane

I keep my lyrics pure like pain

Wet Seaport Rain

In a universe full of billions of galaxies

Who brags about woodgrain

When the streets are full of bloodstained

How many babies have been buried

And I dont mean in throats

Of the willin women

Who call it birth control

And paper winning

Soul thinning still sinning

The sinister acts of triggers pulled back

Incessantly trying to reenact the death of a black man

So who cares about battles between rapping billionaires who come from projects and the projects are still there

They say that black lives matter

But their Rhymes show

That they don't care

I open eyes and

Tare tears apart

I speak to the soul of men

Become the beat of the heart

Truth and love in every bar

I need no score

There is no best rapper

If you aint using your bars

To help the people fight this war

Like broadcast system test

We are all just men

When you die and come back again then I'll call you the best

Been there done that

Men humble yourself

Tilla Sonrise Peace