Land & Liberation Lyrics

Yo, brick and mortar, in the booth I'm established

Ain't no gently down the river in a world full of malice

Lit the herb in the chalice, that's a sacrament

Every time I rap it's like I have to spit classic shit

Flows, I done mastered it, Black Dragon, New Afrikan

Knowledge of myself helped formulate the math again

Some niggas trippin, they can't see the vision

They'd rather go with the flow, in a white man's system

Brining plans to fruition cause friction

Made in the image, trace the lineage back to the Egyptians

Analytic when it comes to contradictions

Every cracker politician been crooked like Nixon

Bullets they be sending to men, women, and children, shit is sickening

They extract profits while we bicker 'bout bullshit, conditioning

Bic light flickering, thunderstorms

Land and Liberation what I hunger for, yo

Land and Liberation what I hunger for

Fields yield fruit, more trees than a lumber yard

Skills in the booth like a how-to audio tape

I spit art like Caravaggio paint, yo

The earth spins to refresh the dialectic

Temporary sounds turned to permanent records

Forced to navigate the ground on enemy lines

They feed off surplus blood on assembly lines

That shit wicked

Police killed my fam, they get acquitted

That's the system they invented to destroy the true and livin

I ain't never missed, something like I'm kin to Cal Ripken

Slank spit ill shit like I'm dippin while I'm pitchin

Went fishin out in Michigan, I'm Jeremy Wade

And I ain't even use bait, just inherently great

The straight way had a fork in it

I took the middle through the forest, I was born different

Stronger than some corn liquor

Formed in the mind, inspiration was divine when I penned this

Fuck dying in vain like Crispus

Gettin popped over conflicts with settlers and British

Should've been with his niggas takin care of real business

But I digress, split the cigarillo to relieve stress

Studying conditions as they regress, it's taxing

When I translate through mic waves I'm everlasting

Landscapes extravagant, similar to oil on the canvas

The roof lift off, this ain't Kansas

Made in the image, wrote this verse in hieroglyphics

They can translate my shit but can't kick it how I kick it

If I said it then I meant it, my shit highly recommended 'cross state lines

Organically I grew through the grapevine

It took time to master it but once I got the knack of it it's simple

The devil wanna commandeer your mental, push bullshit conditioning

Bic light flickering, thunderstorms

Land and liberation what I hunger for

Fields yield fruit, more trees than a lumber yard

Skills in the booth like a how to audio-tape

I spit art like Caravaggio paint, my nigga

The earth spins to refresh the dialectic

Temporary sounds turned to permanent records

Forced to navigate the ground on enemy lines

They feed off surplus blood on assembly lines

That shit wicked