They gave us Obama like
It was going to stop the fight
Like It was going to stop the cause
Folk still scraping trying to find them some socks and drawers
And something to eat
The IRS is coming
So I'm back on these beats
Barack pushed hope
Regan pushed dope
Clinton pushed something down a young gal's throat
And since we talking about throats
White folks - what do you know about ropes - yeah
What do know about trees
And men swinging from them that look like me
how do you say that don't effect us
Tuskegee how'd you let them
Infect us
It's Fear of the black semen
putting sage on the page
 to eradicate these demons
This is for Tulsa Oklahoma this is for Rosewood
This is for philly (Move) when the cops bombed the whole hood
This is for Harlem when the pigs
Stop and frisk
All my folks from the Congo tell Belgium suck a - suck a
boy wonder nope I meant
Dick Grason
I'm essential like
The Moors were to Masons
The kush the black push
Aborigines I love you take back the bush
Oh - we back on the presidents George - was so irrelevant
But He did send the country to Hell
And a lot of black folks to jail
If we are blind that's fine I'll mime then I'll spit it in Braille
Drop a F bomb in cursive
Put that hoe in the mail - oh P.O.s (Post Offices)
they are about to shut down
I was on my way to heaven
Then I stopped and turned around
 The government yes it did shut down
I was on my to heaven but I stopped and turned around for my people  - I will try to never leave you.
This is a war against Evil

Knievil

A Lifetime of pain, you can't wash away these stains
You can't soak me in a tub full of bleach and brighten the shadows you left on my past or whiten those dark stones you placed on my path.
Where is the love? Mentally institutionalized by a nation plotting our demise. Sicknesses is created for our numbers to be cut. Love it's like you're staring at us with your eyes wide shut. Love where are you? Love where are you...


Evil Knievil

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Beast

"How ya ‘bout ta ride? U do not carry arms.
You niggas Disney, Six Flags; Knotts Berry Farms.
Might ride fa fun but you not gone do shit.
All you’ll hear’s skull crushing acoustics from my cue stick.
Thermal scope hit in the dark fa let a few spit.
 The HK’ll put’em in park, for amusement.
First round lift’em up; got’em Ferris wheelin’.
Second round’ll laid’em down; now he carouseling.
U fake lord, I’m the Best Of All Times and 
The BOAT drag niggas like wakeboardin or parasailing.
In Paris sailing nefarious felon. 
Various chariots will carry us into the
Aquarius era -5
(1).…I’ve set traps, I-should ‘go-check, now’ 
Usta be backpack, 
hoes called us ‘hotep now’.
 We blow whole zips cause we getting mo check now, 
African rum. Jeweled up slapping a drum. 
 The dashiki match the Rolex now,
So from now on you can call that Hotep Style!, Bitch.
Ever see me chasing a bag? I got duffle dough. 
Hefty bags, I live off trees like how truffles grow.
Pull strings. Marionette. It be a puppet show. 
At cha wedding tryin’ marry Annette, I’ll let a couple go.
strait down the aisle. Suppressor with muzzle on. 
Now you can’t suppress her, or puta muzzle on
The bitch.
Aye, Don’t confuse me with them other dudes.
 I still reflect light like the mirrors that Hubble used. 
Crazy Wavey. I’m on some other shit. 
You test me, I’m one particle in the Double Slit.
The results say “I gotta be deceived”,
Then it’s aquatic audio until your nautically fatigued.
Smash atoms into radio waves to see who sounds priceless.
Time’s relative; we have different now slices.
Pound for pound wisest. Witty wit sound devices.
I paint audible circles around the nicest.
Beef will have you asking where the biscuit at?….
My Butler’ll carve ya chest; Brisket Flat.
We only beefin cuz ya cuts is ass; that’s a Rump Roast.
Back in the day we would have kicked that ass; That’s a Trump Quote.
You’ll still get ya ass kicked at ya party like a drunk host. 
 You on the bottom then we pickin up jewels;  that’s a sunk boat!!!
I smoke Oak, Evergreens and Pinewoods
 We forklift money like sheets of plywood.
Warehouse skrill. Few mill in the assets.
25 years and y’all ain’t fuckin with Cas yet!

Casual - "Hotep Style"

A Song of my album Truck Driver.  Second verse was on the unreleased song " Who we gonna take it to".


07-Little mama

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