Apology to the Sacred Feminine

 

--- An Apology to the Sacred Feminine ---
History's negro with noose knotted,

tell her pop that pussy if she's got it.

All the gold chains creating prisons of the mind, fuck if you get yours, I'm a get mine!

Dick bigger, swell quicker, leather boots and bacon, champagne showers, strip clubs and acid rain!

Bring the pain! Ignorance on BLAST!

Don't just kill Mother Earth, cover her body in gas!

All the boundaries I crossed just to get a nut, middle finger to the feminine, not giving a fuck!

Karma ain't real, Mother Earth is just a slut!

Pistol popping, never ever stopping, even when every sign says I should!

Drug sales and rape culture,

feeding off decay, western society as a vulture!

Puffing on that Charlie Sheen, drugs and money, nah mean?

Tabloid starlets and fame from home movies, let's watch Paris Hilton do this!

Are you 'Ready to Die'? Ok, prove it!

All the crosses around necks

while I prostrate in a garden, mala beads and alms, trying to tongue kiss God because we ain't spoke in so long!

But violence is respect so mazeltov, molotov, do you hear their cries now?

I'm on another level, the uncarved block, this ain't a rap piece, it's a requiem for hip-hop. Funeral music, damn let's do this!

To the culture that nurtured me: Money over bitches, money over God, so much money over everything we are the new gods!

Bentleys and blow-jobs, gold-chains for flow, STOP!

They killed three thousand of us, a global end-game for oil!

It never stops but make it rain,

bottles of champagne, record deals and campaigns while truth is oft ignored.

I want my spot on MTV now!

Sipping on a mai thai, Donnie Darko on the tele watching time just slide by, Illuminati mind control, God-Head flow, sickest MC I control the mic, None of y'all move weight because your thoughts are too light!

Guns or knives, we're swagged out to the T, they wanted an enlightened MC and

after I tongue kissed God she undressed me! Like whoa, not another braggadocios flow, but I was born into it, crosses and steeples, I am ending it,

good-bye for now!

A tourist from a strange place, halfway between mars and the human race,

telepathic and all, like a good boy always do as I'm told.

Blow an L to the dome so I can relax, ankle bracelet chirping, PO always on my back,

stressed to the max, I can't sleep at night!

Supposed to be sober but I got demons I can't fight!

So roll one up, smoke in the air,

it'll cloud up my piss but I just don't care!

Raise your cup if you feel me, raw deal is what they'll give me, the law is man-made, I am God's child so come and get me!

Blunts and pills and tokes and smokes,

I just want to be free but this monkey's on my back, the law always calling checking when I'll be back. I'll do ninety if they find me so I'm masked out, gats out, pedal to the floor, mad max now!

Shamanic to the core, Mother Earth as a lover, dare you call her a whore!

I stand manifested where third-eyes blossom and fourth dimensions intersect, a new cross-roads!

What's the going rate for a soul?

Tell the television gods that I'm demanding refunds payable in denominations of love and eternal bliss,

damn right I'm pissed, labeled schizophrenic when I'm a starseed telepathic visionary poet with so many lines

in which the future is encoded!

I talk alien, a mix of Venus and Mars,

so removed from the village I place my tent upon the stars!

I am no earthling, I am before all that, I represent the twelve-strand helix, I am the Hendrix of rap!

They bump my words in UFOs and are tired of all the cash-money flows, I am God's ho, where the sacred meets the profane,

toasting eternity with a paper cup of champagne, DO YOU HEAR ME NOW!??!