Marcus Barvey

Selassie I, Amen Ra Batta’s God
Shalom Shabbat, Jah Alla, Dali Lam poppa
Arm and hammer make ya soft body rock
Automaton drop a bomb get my Sovereign on
I go to sleep inside a cryogenic chamber bed
Preserve my flesh so I don’t die before I make this bread
I’ll let dust from the angel spread through my crazy head
Then lick the coke off a razor’s edge and escape the Feds
I doggy paddle in the sea and make a tidal wave
I back stroke in a circle and cause a whirlpool
My current’s strong enough to set off a lightning chain fire rain
My blow can derail an iron train
I created every woman with my rib bone
I’m absorbing radiation with my skin tone
I’m just a stream of thought that my skin holds
And you are not you you’re just him cloned
Defying physics like a giant midget
My Favorite measurement of time is minutes
Cuz all I need is 60 and this world is hours
Every relic that you find in kemet I invented
I warp space so dark matter I’m trying to bend it
If knowledge was good as cash how would you spend it?
Africa diaspora I’m dying in it
Africa diaspora I’m dying in it
Cover mother earth’s skin with my genetic make up
I lash out but never mess her face up
Batta