kenyatta
01-24-2004, 09:59 PM
WE FROM THE MOTHERLAND
I wanted to write something that rappers refused to say,
pen divine knowledge to make hip hoppers start to pray,
when a force hit me and knocked me to my knees,
as I reached to grab my papers the pages began to bleed.
They read:
Knowledge is the key to open hidden doors,
deciphering hieroglyphics and biblical metaphors,
as we prepare for the slaughter of the new world order,
dropping knowledge like water, take a sip I think you oughta,
cause the minds been decieved into all it believes
by fake education, fake integration and mass media communication
to serve a white nation,
while we from the motherland perpetrate like the other man.
Forgetting all we gave as we dig our own graves,
hip hip hooray for the ole U.S.A.
You think you got it right, in the night,
sailing on propaganda from the red, blue and white,
but you're not alone cause the skull and the bones
done asked the masonic order to tap all our phones,
while the illuminati, the new John Gotti ,
uses DNA replacements for all of us that's not in,
the illusion,confusion, and intrusion of institutions,
that offer no solution to the erosion of the constitution...
stolen from the 10 federated nations,
slaughtered and replaced by the aryan conglomeration,
while we from the motherland prepetrate like the other man.
So go on, take your share,
of blue contacts and blond hair,
cause at the end of the road,
the nick the nack, the hack that held us back from the act,
the track, the prime of the rack....
reality still says your behind is black.
While you ponder this decision,
babies are dying in prison,
while ignorance takes us on a head on collision,
so roll your soul as death takes its toll
on the lives of our young in population control.
Praise Jesus, hail Mary, for it's all so contrary,
like a child filled with wishes and a land filled with faries,
as we dream of a heaven unlike nine eleven,
roll your dice, take a chance, don't crap out on seven.
I know you but you forgot who you are,
the builders of pyramids and a bright shining star,
a scientist and mathematician in diguise,
who built black nations between the blackest of thighs.
Now there's new name in the rap game,
a culture bandit claiming your fame.
What a shame the lame that begs to be tamed
ain't skittles but eminem is his name.
No dis to the hacker, the disfunctional rapper,
who has a black backer, that we can't keep track of,
Now we got rappers, cappers, snappers and clappers,
ghetto artist who left all the people in back of,
the wood, the hood, that does them no good,
cause living large don't change your reality,
that we're crying and dying from a white mentality.
Blinded in black of night, blinded from lack of light,
flying on whities kite, with self no where in sight...
while you'll claim that this brothers insane,
sufferring from sh-- infecting the membrain,
but that's what they said about malcolm and garvey,
who we stabbed in the back just for laural and hardy.
Now we're wearing red and blue like it's a nationalist kite,
but like the american flag, in the middle is white,
but in the sun, the fun, the long run of the gun,
while we're killing one another till thier job is done...
sliming, timing, rhyming and griming,
only finds us getting richer while we're slowly dying.
For what good does it do to build houses of gold,
if our morality is dead and we're selling our soul,
in the hole, while they take control of the cast and the mold,
that breaks the bowl, rolls the roll, while we're tricked by the troll...
confusing right with wrong and wrong with right,
life with death and death with life....
while we from the motherland, perpetrate like the other man...Peace !
Keita Copyright 2003
I wanted to write something that rappers refused to say,
pen divine knowledge to make hip hoppers start to pray,
when a force hit me and knocked me to my knees,
as I reached to grab my papers the pages began to bleed.
They read:
Knowledge is the key to open hidden doors,
deciphering hieroglyphics and biblical metaphors,
as we prepare for the slaughter of the new world order,
dropping knowledge like water, take a sip I think you oughta,
cause the minds been decieved into all it believes
by fake education, fake integration and mass media communication
to serve a white nation,
while we from the motherland perpetrate like the other man.
Forgetting all we gave as we dig our own graves,
hip hip hooray for the ole U.S.A.
You think you got it right, in the night,
sailing on propaganda from the red, blue and white,
but you're not alone cause the skull and the bones
done asked the masonic order to tap all our phones,
while the illuminati, the new John Gotti ,
uses DNA replacements for all of us that's not in,
the illusion,confusion, and intrusion of institutions,
that offer no solution to the erosion of the constitution...
stolen from the 10 federated nations,
slaughtered and replaced by the aryan conglomeration,
while we from the motherland prepetrate like the other man.
So go on, take your share,
of blue contacts and blond hair,
cause at the end of the road,
the nick the nack, the hack that held us back from the act,
the track, the prime of the rack....
reality still says your behind is black.
While you ponder this decision,
babies are dying in prison,
while ignorance takes us on a head on collision,
so roll your soul as death takes its toll
on the lives of our young in population control.
Praise Jesus, hail Mary, for it's all so contrary,
like a child filled with wishes and a land filled with faries,
as we dream of a heaven unlike nine eleven,
roll your dice, take a chance, don't crap out on seven.
I know you but you forgot who you are,
the builders of pyramids and a bright shining star,
a scientist and mathematician in diguise,
who built black nations between the blackest of thighs.
Now there's new name in the rap game,
a culture bandit claiming your fame.
What a shame the lame that begs to be tamed
ain't skittles but eminem is his name.
No dis to the hacker, the disfunctional rapper,
who has a black backer, that we can't keep track of,
Now we got rappers, cappers, snappers and clappers,
ghetto artist who left all the people in back of,
the wood, the hood, that does them no good,
cause living large don't change your reality,
that we're crying and dying from a white mentality.
Blinded in black of night, blinded from lack of light,
flying on whities kite, with self no where in sight...
while you'll claim that this brothers insane,
sufferring from sh-- infecting the membrain,
but that's what they said about malcolm and garvey,
who we stabbed in the back just for laural and hardy.
Now we're wearing red and blue like it's a nationalist kite,
but like the american flag, in the middle is white,
but in the sun, the fun, the long run of the gun,
while we're killing one another till thier job is done...
sliming, timing, rhyming and griming,
only finds us getting richer while we're slowly dying.
For what good does it do to build houses of gold,
if our morality is dead and we're selling our soul,
in the hole, while they take control of the cast and the mold,
that breaks the bowl, rolls the roll, while we're tricked by the troll...
confusing right with wrong and wrong with right,
life with death and death with life....
while we from the motherland, perpetrate like the other man...Peace !
Keita Copyright 2003