Exit,Us

[Intro] A faithless preacher? Or you a mean motherfucking servant of God? [Sene: Verse 1] I said If I could ride Pegasus back to Exodus Before the apple Adam ate, before Able exited Before we made the atom split, we were all African Kings around the black again, before slave trafficking Before computers; If I could pick a territory it would be Zamunda, uh Before Kunta, Before rumors of a Lucifer Before I had to watch for the sirens on a lumina, or Before I had go and to see my homies at their funeral My life is beautiful, my life is brutal though Era of the crack game, beepers and the crap games AIDS became the black plague and angels changed their last name Big body Benzes, graffiti on the benches Friends turning friends in to get a lighter sentence So if you hit heaven any earlier than I Just know that I'm trying to make amends Amen [Verse 2] In a fiscal year, the fish scale sold Give more to the ghetto than the WIC check can The mayor is a player and the pigs don't care The rich are given everything the kids don't have My first seeds coming and I'll be damnned If you don't know that, this a cold cold land I know some flippers that'll flip you for a pardon So pardon if I'm dolo cause I don't trust Jack You feel gangster cause you sold some drugs But when the po-po come why you don't bust back? Your man get the word and he come "CLACK CLACK" Upholding the law, that's a joke not fact I've dumbed it down for dummies now to undersound Or understand what I'm humming 'bout Shit, I even cut the drumming out Sound stoned cause I even cut the loving out [Interlude] I often receive letters from people that quote famous names. Such and such a person, a preacher, a revivalist, a man of God. I read these books and I swear by the words of these preachers. I want to give them a warning my friend [Verse 3] A man used a poem to decide where he's living It decides wheres he's going, determines where they show is Determines how they look in it, determines what his dough is My words built an ark like ?, like Noah's Poets, hanging with poorest and the lowest on the totem All fathers for the fallen God tried to slow him, devil tried to call him Came home, somebody grubbing on my porridge I'm the New Yorkers Fried rice sitting over pork chips Loose stogs sold at the store where the whores is Streets sniff enough blow to kill horses "Fuck the Police" plays loud on the porches But if I try to repent Will I get into the pearly gates, forgive and forget Cause if not, I'm busting every shot that I got I don't see an angel Gabriel to pay my rent You see criminals, I see friends and You hear subliminals, well I see trends and We left to wonder where the madness ends Where the goodness starts By the stars I bet [Interlude] It's not that we live in fear, we live in...we live in power. We have firearms, we have food, we have gold, we have friends, we have truth, we are not weak, we are not dependent. Ants store food, grasshoppers don't. Ants survive the winter, the grasshopper doesn't [Verse 4] Check it out Passion, written in the caption Sitting with the sinner saying prayers over caskets Seeing silhouettes and it must be the absinthe Miss home but it must be my absence Traveling the map since back when John became a Baptist, I feel as if I could tell the story of the world but backwards I can name my son globe, my girl atlas Tell you why the sun glow Come back with pieces of the sun, turn it up son, blast it Rap baccalaureate, master historian Swooping through the black hole, shotgun DeLorean Home of Mos Def and Notorious Bullets flying by you in the squeeze like accordions Tell me where the chorus is I've been falling back and talking to you on some roaring shit Being my ? shit Kate in the office with Jay on the phone telling y'all to support the kid Kevorkian, caviar with a spork in it What you talking? Put a fork in it [Interlude] What was that? An Exhibition? We need emotional content. Now try again! (Student tries again) I said "emotional content." Not anger! Now try again! (Student tries again and succeeds) Lee: That's it! How did it feel? (Student thinks; teacher smacks his head) Don't think. FEEL. It's like a finger pointing away to the moon (Looks at student who is looking at the finger; smacks student again) Do not concentrate on the finger or you will miss all of the heavenly glory! Do you understand? [Interlude] I was going to the worst place of the world and I didn't even know it yet The purpose of war is to serve a political end but the true nature of war is to serve itself War is a continuation of politics by other means This is what it's all about John, this is what we're praying for [Verse 5] Can't shake it Look all around, see Satan Apes bathing with the atheists Popes choosing alias Our way, doomsday, dancing with the aliens Anti-episcopalian (what an ugly thing to say) Who pushed the prophet to the line? Who's the guy that sprung the mallet helped to put the nail in him? Anti-American, demon Pail ? That shit'll have him knocking on my door, feds tailing him Shoot him down say that he was working with the Taliban You can find me out in Brooklyn moving with my caravan Gold Cadillac, brown fist ? shit Just as long as I'm sitting on a mile And my seed's got a queen just to help me when his pampers think Cancer sticks, malt and liquor Rome fell, watch as we fall quicker Coke sells, folks don't sell drugs homie And big brother hope you got your cellphone with you You know you're really gangster when you're pulling out the jack And they cap you because they thought you taking cell phone pictures I grease my bows with that Mississippi mojo Working like I'm in the dojo in this hell cold kitchen You call it rap, I call it testimonials To teach the kids and older folks some hard knock scriptures [Interlude] Well it was nice while it lasted Uhm as you can see it would appear that everything has come back again We had a good one, I can't complain (x4) [Verse 6] We hear cheers of a crowd But ? still like tears tattooed to the cheeks of a crown Man knows nothing We can be fly but imagine what happens when we all fall down Or better yet, who will they arrest if we all just decide to put the four-fives down? Truths in the towers, locked away And it's ugly as the Hunchback of Notre Dame The streets hear still feel blood soaked stains Targeting the poor like ? on planes Trying to duck rubber that comes our way Because real G's never kept a gun on safe And reality is raw like prison's gates Where folks do ? to sell their weight Sell they momma, stores don't sell vests, they sell armor You can a buy a bullet why your missus paint her nails and your kids look at video games Same Walmart, same Target Painted on our chest And I put mine in the paint like Artest We had a good one, I can't complain (x4)