Wise Intelligent - Underground Spiritual Game lyrics
rate meI am the truth, I’m the light, I’m the way shit used to be before you sold out
No doubt, I’m clear bout who I am
don’t wanna be anyone else on the planet but Djezuz
oh he’s just, literally out of his right mind
I’m quite fine, I write rhymes for my hood from a heavenly high place
Think twice before steppin to my face, by God’s grace, I’ll dead them
Behead him, for the blaspheme, Liar, it isn’t just hot its Fire
My ughhhhh, style does…more in a verse than most spit on a whole disc
Niggas know this, but ask them…they’ll LIE, falsify my original freshness
They’ll try, but like a baptized baby God blessed this, old win
In a new skin, introducing, thee UnConKable, Djeez Djonez
Hip Hop don’t stop Keep on, Second Coming gottem runnin get gone
Peace, Assalamu alaikum shalom, oh this nigga so not Rome
Never do what the Romans do
even if Caligula offering a nigga 50 million, 10 women and a room with a view
persecuted for the truth I spew, Hebrews don’t get it confused
these dudes lack clues I’m Him WHO YOU?
You know Djezuz, I really don’t know who you are anymore
I mean…all this time that we’ve been together and I thought I knew you
What I’m sayin is you’re a good man and all, and I really do love you
I just don’t understand how you can be so inconsiderate of my feelings
You write songs about loving, respecting and protecting women
But I don’t think you’ve ever honestly loved any of the sisters you’ve called yours Enough to convince them that you were ever theirs as much as they were yours
They got meall fucked up all confused, all twisted
Cause I gotta lotta black folk listeninggovernment got me blacklisted,
I’m in my whipper whippin, BlackCherry Manischewitz I’m sippin
I’m gifted, the present; the futures investment
Wait a minute let me shine my halo
Some peddle yayo, honest it’s not me
If I never got knowledge and acknowledged God the Father
Would I pitch dope, I don’t know prolly
That’s how this ghetto got we, this deprivations makin
A nig*a sell his soul to Satan, escaping poverty’s concentration
Neurotoxins plaguing the hood and the way black babies in the hood behaving
Can’t save’em, actin all savage, this is what happens when your ruled by cavemen…
Never mind what I am sayin, find a bride while my new shit playin
Cut her eye’s over here she’s taken, father of general civilization
Classes, the masses from Jerusalem to Nazareth
Know and understand I know what the math is
Never let em get a hold of my black ass
Locked up in the Garden state, not quite Gethsemane
Caligula sending me threats that he bet he’ll erase my memory
Before Timothy Ima be Djezuz
It’s like “spiritual game” or something? No different in many ways than the games ran on Sisters by brothers of a lesser understanding, which actually makes it worse I don’t know what’s what and considering the other sisters in your life I don’t know Who’s who? I mean…am I your queen? Is she your queen? Do you love her more or less than I? Why do you not respond to my complaints, am I not worthy of some clarity? How can you come into my life for a season and disappear for two? You're NOT even listenin Djezuz
Should I dumb my oratory down to a corner story now
To afford a better lifestyle, never that I’ll lay my life down
For the children of the promise like right now
shoot… Break enter and loot this system,
for everything taken from the innocent
impenitent, rich slave makers of the poor remember when
you refused to give water to the thirsty, New Jerusalem
better known as Jersey, never gave one fuck
bout a black child stuck in legislated subhuman tough luck
misinterpreted tough luck, like history experience, misery experienced
wasn't the result of how you always hated us?
Segregated plus, isolated us Integrationist
brown vs the board was a double edged sword In the greater sense,
we were greater when, we were teaching our own seeds
Providing our own needs, community a virtual all black wall street
When your blueprint that nig*a call me, that’s all she wrote.
So that’s all I’m writin now, I’m doin my mama proud,
Espousing Low income housing underground spiritual game
Never wonder bout a lyrical flame, I’m hot
I’m the only muthafuckin hope Hip Hop got…
Shiiiiiiit, I ain’t who you thought I am damn!
Just like I thought no response, no reply
I’m right here Djezuz, and I have always been
Matter fact we’re right here, and we’ve always been
Not that I’m not just speaking for myself alone, I’m speaking for US
The women in your life who have always loved you and always will
Can we get half the integrity and commitment you give to the calling?
Can we be loved in the same measure in which you love this work?<br />
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Thanks to feel
