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 

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