THE WHO?

DAVID BANNER- On January 17th 1961 I was beaten then tortured then murdered by guns (Who am I) - the firing squad The CIA the Mi6 the Belgians were in on it (who am I) Mubutu too tried to kill the cause by killing me silly see because the flesh dies only to set the soul free and it landed in this MC manifest destiny but only for the Africans - The salt of the earth the father of man they gave a cross then they took the land (who am I) As long Belgians continued to mine then I guess the drc was fine no its not (who am I) (copper, and zinc tin and coal and don't forget diamond and gold) who am I - my body dip in acid all for greed and I just wanted them to leave - who am I - the United Nations turned their backs while the Europeans cleansed the blacks - who am I - the Soviet Union wanted to assist but the USA just labeled me a communist - who am I - pan African - pro people - prolific against evil - Whether it comes through war or peace - please remember my name - it's Patrice - Lamumba -HOOK- SA-ROC- Tell me what u working with. I'm ready to assault this track before I murder it. Cuz I use words to purge my aggression I suggest you avoid becoming a victim of my murmurings. I get my big words from my mama nem. She taught me how to read and ever since I've had a yearn for them. And that's how this shy girl can talk shit and stay clean, excuse my foul mouth I slip up and say things in rap life that real life can't seem to handle. Like how I'm a better rapper than u and all your family. And I'll verbally slap you all around a few rounds until you king me the greatest of the space/time continuum. See great writers made me. Not jay z but Langston. I'm still trying digest a dream deferred. And every time I put my pen down to paper I imagine saving babies from a bitter life in a heinous world -HOOK- SA-ROC- But they don't wanna hear the pain just the glory. And they don't wanna take the blame just change the gist of the story and they'll take me as a trophy but not as MVP. Cuz they don't wanna admit it but they envy me. I'll tell u why because these hips and thighs created life in 7 days. And I can take it all away with just 1 verse spit in 7 ways. And the control u think u hold over me? Guess what it's obsolete. I copped a beat and laid heat like burnt edges. Play me? You'll pay me. My 16s like vendettas. This rap dope but truth told I been better. just a prelude to deluge of poetic justice. No box braids I cock aim and blow brains with all my substance. I don't need witticisms to make a hitter and I don't need sports references to make my lyrics any clearer. Eff Jordan, I'm rolling with zora, cuz my eyes been watching god since I first looked in the mirror. And dare I say it that I'm a conscious entertainer? my confidence in my craft makes me comfortable with the label. But....I defy all conventions, my unorthodox behavior makes me garner your attention like a peep show. The exposure keeps you riveted in place you're conflicted I'm the illest but u can't let em know u think so. Acceptance is the last stage of grief so I'll keep the peace. I'll let u have your moment fore I make you take a knee. And savor each and every piece that I secrete from me. Contrary to pop opinion, we ain't created equally. See, That my friend would require me to be human. I'm an alien, an outcast, a pillar in a land of ruin