Prompt / Lyrics
They playing with people like pushing pawns But what if people become Tsunamis What if all the people resist Instead of becoming zombies Living Single like Martin but more like Tommy Ain't got no job Can't run a country without the people Instead they see us as sheeple Keep us high or drunk Sex crazed In the church or steeple Living life like You're dreaming you can't sleep while you're sleeping What if we started brother keeping None of us would be homeless or starvin Like a late 70s Marvin You see em at the corner store Signs will work for food Ladies living like Here's my body if it's gonna cost me more But the world's afraid now Cause I hear the sound Watch out Here comes the Moors Heat in our hands Glowing suns Lava Hollowtips Melting guns What you gone do WE ARE EVERY WHERE look up in the sky WE ARE THE SONS Solar Flare feed my flesh I AM fire feel my flesh I eat my flame To heat my flame I SPIT SMOKIN WORD I spit Guaranteed Rapper Weed Ether Gas I Am A Vibration That Make Mentals Elevate I am a vibration that make mentals elevate I AM VIBRATION THAT MAKE MENTALS ELEVATE like 3000 Elevators Pinky ring Equator Don't you know who we are WE ARE THEY WHO WASHED THEIR ROBES IN THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB think about that for a second Washing robes in blood? Don't that sound sadistic? See they took the word and twist it Like blue magic trick it We breath through our blood Don't you overstand it That's why they want to get into the views of our souls WE MUST MASTER WORD FOR WORD IS OUR WEAPON LIKE WORD UP That's the code word Word up WORD UP there is gonna be a test WORD UP this is a spiritual war Tilla Sonrise peace The Pulse of the Tsunami: Mastering the Word The Hook: "In a world of masters and pawns, the greatest trick they ever played was making you believe you were the board. But when the vibration shifts from the steeple to the soul, the pawn doesn’t just move—it becomes the Tsunami." The Explanation: Yo, let’s chop it up. When we look at this piece, we’re looking at a blueprint for a mental jailbreak. You start by identifying the game: "They playing with people like pushing pawns." This is the systemic view, the high-level manipulation where the "Sheeple" are kept in a loop of low-frequency distractions—alcohol, lust, and dogmatic religion. It’s a state of being "zombies," living a life where you’re dreaming but can’t sleep, a paradox of being conscious but paralyzed. But then, the Architect flips the frequency. The mention of Living Single and Martin isn’t just for nostalgia; it’s a commentary on the struggle of the "Tommy" figure—the man with no visible means of support in a system designed to exclude him. Yet, the solution offered isn't a political policy; it’s "brother keeping." It’s the late 70s Marvin Gaye energy—What’s Going On—the communal love that ensures no one starves. This is the first level of resistance: Unity. The shift into the "Moors" and "Sons" imagery is where the spiritual war begins. Tilla Sonrise peace
Tags
1993s trap Music, 1950's soul, 1990s long beach hip hop, 1993s Staten Island boom bap
Duration
3:18
Instrumental
No
Created
1/22/2026