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
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