La La La

Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon of shaolin

Before you pluck the strings of my violin

My life is orchestrated

Like london symphony, concentrated

Niggas waited and waited

I'm birthday wishes belated

Blow out the candles

I wait in the darkness, like a vandal

The silhouette of set in the mirror on the mantle

Fire place is in the heart

Water places the art

'Round the islands of desiring wheremost primitives stalk

Sacrificing their daughters

But these primordial waters

Carry a feminine agenda that no man ever taught us

True, they captured and caught us

Transported, sold us, and bought us

Constituted and lawed us

Distorted truths that they taught us

We rebelled, then they fought us

We conformed, then they formed us

Now your niggas rhyme about material possessions

My Adidas are three years old, like my daughter

Niggas rhyme 'bout alizé and need to rhyme about water

But out of chaos comes order

Out of chaos comes order

Out of chaos comes order

Out of chaos comes order

Out of chaos comes order

Out of chaos comes order

Out of chaos comes order

Fake niggas run for the border

Lalalala

Lalalala

Lalalala

Lalalala

In a past life I was a woodcarver's knife

The sharpened blade of a woodcutter

The eldest son of the chief's brother:

A maker of drums

We scraped the insides of goat hides

To seek the hollows where sound resides

Offering the parts we did not use

To invoke the muse

Music of the ghettos, the cosmos

The negroes, the necros:

Overcomers of death, disciples of breath

Dissection of drumbeats like Osiris by Seth

Breakbeats into fourteen pieces

Dissembled chaos, organized noise

A patchwork of heartbeats to resurrect true b-boys

Be men

Let's mend the broken heart of Isis

Age of Aquarius, mother nature is furious

While you rhyme about being hardcore

Be heartcore

What is it that we do art for?

Metaphor, meta sin

It's an age of healing

Why not rhyme about what you're feeling?

Or not be felt

Deal with the cards you're dealt

Calling all tarot readers and sparrow feeders (Lalalala)

To cancel the apocalypse

Metaphorically speaking (Lalalala)

Metaphorically speaking