(Verse I)
I start raps with quotes from Machiavelli, “Necessity impales action”/wasn’t into tattin’ if I was I’d ink it on my belly/I’m sincere as Nas was in Belly, remembering gems that my elders used to tell me/they said, when somebody shows you themselves believe them, a light hearted joke may hold double meanings, women come and go they change like the seasons/there’s never one layer, there’s gravel under cement/so dig deeper, never follow, be a leader, Rakim Allah Hu
Akbar to Medina/though the weight is heavy, I know God won’t forsake me, hold my gun steady, real calm, never shaky/though my heart is broken, won’t allow you to break me, rather die alone than love those who don’t embrace me/New York City made me cold as the arctic poles, frost-bitten, shaking and shivering with a runny nose/on this lonely road, it’s me, myself and I, dodging potholes playing De La Soul/the flows is king, content is still science, boys is out, squad cars there’s still sirens/the crimes the same black, it’s still black violence, the guns is aimed, all the shorties still firing/we oppressed, depressed and still crying, it’s get rich, die broke or die trying...

(Verse II)
This is that black magic on that voodoo shit, Native Tongue, black, red and green, Zulu shit/sun rising in the east, on some Jeru shit, sure shot, moment of truth, Guru shit/please, who want drama with this Crooklyn Dodger, as kids we used to play cops and robbers, now we grown, my niggas ain’t cops, they robbers/run up on ‘em, back ‘em down, clap and rob ‘em/ that’s how it goes son if you from here, ill advised, who said it’s safe to come here?/old timers on crates drinking that one beer, my heart pump rage, your heart pump fear/Masonic lodges, what do these signs mean? those tarot cards, what do my palms read?/we got sight, but yet and still the blind lead, age of Aquarius what will these times bring?/we battle on in this Babylon, fighting devils like Thomas Hobbes, Leviathan/trying to build a new pantheon, keep your torch old nigga, I’mma run my own marathon/I’m Brooklyn’s voice, fuck critics and speculation, rightful heir, fuck crowns and coronations/my raps impact ghettos across the nation, the bridge is over like Kris said, reformation, reformation, reformation...