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I’m back from the death, I don’t have to repent, I don’t ask for the breath
Life is of gradual steps and I feel like the last one is next
But they knock me down, a nigga just a king without a crown
I’m so hungry I don’t need to speak I let my stomach growl, you just wonder how
Melanin lord, the sun is my energy source, the one that the devil informs
My head full of thorns, I’m stuck in this twenty first century war
Lucidly thinking, lucy the juice that I’m drinking, hallucinate truth and its
meaning
I view what computers are dreaming, unusual humanoid heathen
Delusional even, at funerals chiefin' I laugh in a room full of grievance
My hugest achievement is proving that music is fluent as breathing
I give them life
I give them life
From the dark, I give them light
Nigga Christ
My body is cybernetic, oxygen is a psychedelic
Make it move kind of like kinetics, make the coke hard like I’m it’s fetish
Now my wifey jealous
Ghetto sophistication in my mental configuration
Pissing yellow precipitation on your head while I’m in a spaceship
‘Til I’m feeling weightless
Higher learning got me sipping Remy, shooting banks up ‘cause a rapper poor
I’ll be at your door with a MAC or more like the cracker rapper or the Apple
store
You would think I’m Cinderella’s prince
‘cause I’m going door to door with the pump
If the shoe fits let it ring, street sweeper like a broom so you better jump
Jump off with the tramp on lean, plus two, that’s a triple tuck
Grip a pump, it’s a UFO with a laser beam that’ll lift him up, up, up
Alienate you, you gonna think that an alien ate you
Eat you so fast that I barely can taste you
I can see you scared, the fear in your facial
Thank you
I give them life
I give them life
From the dark, I give them light
Nigga Christ
I turn vices to virtues, call it eyelid reversal, I wake up your light and
resurge you
I restore the sight in your third view my science is verbal
From deep in the silence I birth you, circle divided by circle
Inside of a cypher of circles like vesica piscis I merge you, the cycles
converge you
When God used his joystick to guide me
He played so hard that he numbed his thumbs
I’ma hit a lick like I punched a tongue, I’m as sharp as the knife Jay stuck in
Un
Crew iller I’m the hundred one, I got hungry lungs
Me versus the whole world’s population still feels like a one on one
You see impossible, I see I’m possible, momma look at what I can do
Body the obstacles, Batta Muhammad the Honorable
Khalid Muhammad on Donahue
I give them life
I give them life
From the dark, I give them light
Nigga Christ