Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne
To tyrannous hate!
. . .
Now, by yond marble heaven,
In the due reverence of a sacred vow
I here engage my words. (Othello 3.3.448-462)

[Jus Allah]

This ain't rhymes, its evil command
From the demon you'll see again
When you're asleep in the sands.
I'm all action, speak with my hands, crack a tree branch.
Allah elevate to the peak of advance.
Each line meditates so deep it's a trance.
If I told you to hang yourself, you'd leave with the chance.
When you hear Jus Allah, it's not a reason to dance,
What you see is enhanced, what you believe in expands.
This is serious shit, it's the area's lit.
There's no aim, I just hate whatever I hit.
Natural god, master in charge, battle the odds,
Never stray far from the path of our laws.
You made up, slapped together and taped up.
You fake fucks lay face up or you shape up
Soon as I spit it out, niggas wake up, epiphany.
Black wizardry. God lacks mystery. God lags misery,
Even if I have to kill every damn devil in Hell to get the victim out.

[Wise Intelligent]

I'm not your gangbanger, nine-to-nine crack slinger,
Turn heavy-rotation rap-R&B singer.
Fear nothing when I walk the street,
Spare nothing when I talk the beats.
I build a school where the gats blow.
I mobilize black cashflow.
I'm like Jay-slash-Castro,
I'm Mister Revolution.
I play the bully in a whip, a-leanin'.
All the praises do the lights meaning.
Ghetto youth singing.
And, when a nigga barely eatin', I make a conscious move to keep the teachers.
Kiss the son of slaves. I'm black roses on my mother's grave.
It's time to turn another dolly page. Behold the Book of Life.
I raise the dead and give your hook the life,
I shake the planet and produce gods.
Call me the best Noah.
My eyes reflect the youngest son of Noah.
I'm so much more than just the average flowa.
Do the knowledge to me.
I'm who your favorite MC tell his kids about,
Then try to front like he ain't wipe me when my shit come out.

[Sabac Red]

I shot fear in the face,
Cut off the head of ignorance,
Slit the throat of racism
Fought in the best with militants.
My diligence equivalent to God
Bookin' life safaris,
I scar and torch your editor
Force competitors to deflect what I'm speakin'
Call me an official god-force,
I'm a descendant of Aethra.
Impeaching Presidents for people lacking the funds,
Hijackin' Air Force One,
Kidnap the first born son.
Reattack 'em with guns,
There'll be stoppin' for fun.
My energy has tendency to flee and blacken the sun.
What's happenin', done.
It seem's you're afraid to rise up,
Just a dream with no action,
Spend your day with you eyes shut.
Wise up, this is God, this is the wicked.
Evil exists if you let it
Find this in the scriptures
I feel alive when I spit this
Pull a nine within inches
Of these snakes in the trenches,
Got my eye on these bitches.
This is a war of the minds, and I'm passed the scholar phase.
Now a jealous phase like suicidal rage around the holidays
Follow him on this road before you're crippled and old
Freedom's a gold,
The only thing that you sold.


Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne
To tyrannous hate!
. . .
Now, by yond marble heaven,
In the due reverence of a sacred vow
I here engage my words.

Lyrics submitted by NikoMackey

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