Land & Liberation

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