Weapon X

I'm not known for the singin' of the common man's grammar J from the Clan but I'm not a Wu-Tanger Concrete guerrilla, still spittin' bananas Reset the foundation by swingin' a new hammer Glitz and the glamour come secondary To my timeless jewels and street knowledge degrees (come on) Weapon X haters: down on your knees Throw your rhymes in the flames and repent to the east One two three and a three two one Exodus, hip hop redemption Resurrection, tell folks I'm all one Like my boy in Amistad: "Me wants free-dom!" Round the mountain I come Hannibal's descendent won't stand for minimum Dummyville's gunners that bring the hella heat My underground scroll's spellbound in the street Weapon X - contact for the next level room Ease back, silly mortals - dark sun, give me room Weapon X - Grand verb modern day Doc Doom My armor for the jihad - the cipher - zoom Born do or die, Brooklyn's where I'm from My sole agenda's to rep the African In the hip-hop manner, we've come a long way From a birth stick click to a dark sun ray In a state of war, verbalizing the peace My hostility is (tall clerics?) in the beast That's why I don't cease when I resurrect fam Community soldiers who all sought the jam Positive thinking - my streets be stinkin' With the wrong kind of pimpin' To turn on our own is the first step to simpin' Chain of fools - kids set trippin' on the steps of school Tell folks to cool and possess finesse Or be a contribution to the prison business You know how it goes, son; there's nothin' to guess You can be a strange fruit and be straight innocent [Hook] Frederick Douglass - Wheatley - Carver Clayton Junior - David Walker Sonny Carson to H. Rap Brown Ancestry that walked the black proud THINK! As if you were born in the stars Enrolled in the army of Abdul-Jabbars THINK! As if you were born as a god And you end up a mortal getting whiplash scars Never forget from whence you're from Master the tenets of peace and freedom Dance to the rhythm of the evolve drum Never humdrum - you're dealin' with the sun It's a horizon of the loud proud free Sticky freaky plants of the street just feed Now my attitude is worse than an AK Clip never stoppin' when my sweet tongue spray Ever essence of light, we keepin' it tight We map futuristic, we offer insight