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dälek - ascention كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
strained vocal chords, gutter gospel spit through headphones
thoughts pause mixed to transmit our fundamentals
f-ck a hard fought struggle, time to dead dem issues
find hidden gems in given words misuse
loose tongues serve as noose on these wack -ss crews
redundant views, so now i spit new venom
with innocence of felons commit sins on zeolots
lost message in this medium
maintain cohesive rhyme pattern to shatter fragile lies they keep feeding us
deceived populis, content to keep complacent
i paint a vivid picture while these fraud mc’s keep tracing
rhyme-by-numbers, while my real n-ggas slumber
await to re awake, we stay humble and hungered
you misdirect that anger
i channel spirits of ancient mayan kings
while you r&b sing

[verse 2]
stream of consciousness coincides with clearer concepts
caught the vibe of genocide from their eyes from onset
information leaked from organizations like faucets
led to last of leaders locked down like convicts
wander aimless amidst this myth of salvation
frustration exponential when our struggle’s made central
f-ck if i offend you, kept my verbals simple
regurgitated phrase heard through broken rear window
christians stuck egyptians for the ankh as life’s symbol
blind the eye of truth, now reduced to crucifix
two useless twigs to which our future’s now pinned
if these lights seem dim, well i prefer the darkness
eternal heathen, in your eyes i’m heartless
it’s our love of breathing, that keeps my people marching
for all our wealth you stole seems your soul’s still starving

[verse 3]
pan african as marcus garvey
severed several corroded arteries with 40 paragraphs of the prose of poverty
ironically society labeled us phsycotic
wrote a new script in pure sonics
prepared for warfare wit bare fists and phonics
harmonics unlock core-text of ancients
what you choose? freedom or enslavement?
lack the patience to persist with peace
when our youth are har-ssed by police
seems the fleece pulled on eyes
when will we realize
that we’ll never be more than 3/5ths
no matter how many malcomn’s or raised fists
vengance comes swift but death will come quicker
why concerned with fingers when it’s minds that pull triggers?
this kid with swoll liver still sips on street liquor
the perfect paradox, poised for life’s rigors
wisdom delivered in slurred soliloquies
seems we lost the true meaning of griots and mc’s
revolutions don’t stop just cause clips are empty!

- dalek

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