Operate

Never been trapped in a rectangular prism

Matter of fact I pick it up and shake the system

I’m insane but my minds not what I’m missing

Castrate the mental chains and manifest your real vision

Incisions inflicted on souls living

Poverty is the lack of giving

Properly stacked bars shacks cease existing

Forget about the hooks and read more books

African literature was never miniature

Fuck a co-sign but I would take Proverb’s signature

Never hype my shit up but it’s the finisher

Walking in the underground hunting down Lucifer

He keeps on running away but he won’t escape my fifth satellite. Jupiter

The fear promoted by the news is merciless like the 10th cyclone of the season named Jennifer

My pen is mightier than Excalibur blue ink black general

I think before I write so the message sinks in men several

Displaying characteristics of the motherland ubuntu

Fuck a beat get a drum let’s rock it African voodoo

All my real rebels rejoice to this assassins poison located on the bow

Of a Khoi San

Taking down heavy weights