Wake that ass up!
I'm coming through like a cancer
Out of sight, black on black everything
Hopping over cell walls, cutting defenses
Hacking into to the womb, communicate from the trenches
My acclamations, are phonetically transcribed in dialects
Hard to decipher like hieroglyphs in the pyramids
Hard to the core, forging blades of obsidian
Fighting for better days, follow the ancient ways
I've read enough to know that things have got to change
As I read more and more and my patience wore thin
For over 500 years, put up with power & fear (put'em up)
A hard lesson to learn
The way my innocence bestowed upon a false representation of God, within
We are mentally enslaved, from the cradle to the grave
Ash from cigarettes, taste like licorice
Served like Eucharist, f*ck the ordinance
Don't forget who I am, cloak and dagger in hand
I'll slash a mothaf*cka right where he stands
Me, I'm running things like thoroughbred
Race to the finish, you couldn't finish your sentence before it ended
Your buying into the faith, when
They couldn't imagine what they saw by what they were told
They couldn't imagine what they saw, obsidian flows
As I read more and more and my patience wore thin
For over 500 years, put up with power & fear (put'em up)
A hard lesson to learn
The way my innocence bestowed upon a false representation of God, within
We are mentally enslaved, from the cradle to the grave
They couldn't imagine what they saw by what they were told
They couldn't imagine what they saw, obsidian flows
Worthiest Sons - Obsidian Flows Lyrics
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Wake that ass up!
I'm coming through like a cancer
Out of sight, black on black everything
Hopping over cell walls, cutting defenses
Hacking into to the womb, communicate from the trenches
My acclamations, are phonetically transcribed in dialects
Hard to decipher like hieroglyphs in the pyramids
Hard to the core, forging blades of obsidian
Fighting for better days, follow the ancient ways
I've read enough to know that things have got to change
As I read more and more and my patience wore thin
For over 500 years, put up with power & fear (put'em up)
A hard lesson to learn
The way my innocence bestowed upon a false representation of God, within
We are mentally enslaved, from the cradle to the grave
Ash from cigarettes, taste like licorice
Served like Eucharist, f*ck the ordinance
Don't forget who I am, cloak and dagger in hand
I'll slash a mothaf*cka right where he stands
Me, I'm running things like thoroughbred
Race to the finish, you couldn't finish your sentence before it ended
Your buying into the faith, when
They couldn't imagine what they saw by what they were told
They couldn't imagine what they saw, obsidian flows
As I read more and more and my patience wore thin
For over 500 years, put up with power & fear (put'em up)
A hard lesson to learn
The way my innocence bestowed upon a false representation of God, within
We are mentally enslaved, from the cradle to the grave
They couldn't imagine what they saw by what they were told
They couldn't imagine what they saw, obsidian flows
I'm coming through like a cancer
Out of sight, black on black everything
Hopping over cell walls, cutting defenses
Hacking into to the womb, communicate from the trenches
My acclamations, are phonetically transcribed in dialects
Hard to decipher like hieroglyphs in the pyramids
Hard to the core, forging blades of obsidian
Fighting for better days, follow the ancient ways
I've read enough to know that things have got to change
As I read more and more and my patience wore thin
For over 500 years, put up with power & fear (put'em up)
A hard lesson to learn
The way my innocence bestowed upon a false representation of God, within
We are mentally enslaved, from the cradle to the grave
Ash from cigarettes, taste like licorice
Served like Eucharist, f*ck the ordinance
Don't forget who I am, cloak and dagger in hand
I'll slash a mothaf*cka right where he stands
Me, I'm running things like thoroughbred
Race to the finish, you couldn't finish your sentence before it ended
Your buying into the faith, when
They couldn't imagine what they saw by what they were told
They couldn't imagine what they saw, obsidian flows
As I read more and more and my patience wore thin
For over 500 years, put up with power & fear (put'em up)
A hard lesson to learn
The way my innocence bestowed upon a false representation of God, within
We are mentally enslaved, from the cradle to the grave
They couldn't imagine what they saw by what they were told
They couldn't imagine what they saw, obsidian flows
Writer: Jaime Mora
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