Check the meanin' in the message He is as he thinks ... Himself better than the rest He strivin' to be the best And he can be whatever he stress King of the World But only if you fail to heed this lesson. Truth crashin' my foes Like the dummies they be To entertain such a vain idea As to claim my place. Paint a Prophet with a pale face To give him a race Lable the Gods of Ptah Tanen An utter disgrace. Spreadin' lies of a Wicked Seed Fully resurrected Blessed of God and given Heaven. Six days on the Throne November the 14th In one swift Motion A hundred years deceased. Tell me if you know Or if you really care What the voice of those chosen to suffer Speaks of Death. Help me understand how it is That my people were murdered Raped and robbed Systematically torcher'd by so-called People of God Tell ya the devil aint'cha brother My experience inspires me To murder these bustas. Turn around and watch the world burn The truth making changes Flip the poles and put me in the East Waking from my sleep ... to find My people scattered, no priest To see the rebirth of my mind.