3. Triumph of the Profits (5:30)
[Samples: Yma Sumac “Virigin of the Sun God”, New Birth “Patiently”, Bill Cosby “Get Out of My Life Woman”, 7-11 “Slurp”, Lost Generation “The Sly, Slick, and Wicked”, Pope John XXIII “Papal Blessing, St. Peter’s Square”]

I don't re-up, I read up how freedom got cheated
& beat up with beatdowns from clowns ‘n’ bottom feeders
Should be some rules so fools don't fall with ease
Cos for sheez there are weeds that can pull down the trees
Uprooting our seeds as wolves pull more than strings
So I sing as I bleed they pull cash ‘n’ push things
I hear forcing of rhymes not porcelain chimes
Of course in the times of Porsche ‘n’ airlines
They bombard, bomb ‘n’ shell us, compelled thus to tell us
We need a distraction as whoreporations ‘n’ sellers
Out-wit us, admit it’s the bi-eulogy of fitness
By attrition they split us, can I get a witness?
Are you with this outrageous display that’s on stages?
I rage ‘n’ I pray I'm the prey that evades this
& brakes the tackles ‘n’ shackles of hectic
Marketing madness - their deck I inspected
It's stacked so expect profits will break rekkerds
Of sales while entrails get ripped- we're left naked
Not naturally selected, they rule unelected
We’re humble in trouble while biz profits triple
We’re all guilty bystanders, get ready

I can’t afford to filthy my standards
Hear more ‘n’ be a guilty bystander
This outlandish bandwidth – time to get off it
Forewarn ‘n’ forestall the triumph of the profits

Who's hot who's not, who shot tupac
Who’s got you locked, down buying blue hot rocks?
No dice to entice me with life that is dicey
I know life ‘n’ if right I'll get chance to go twice
Cos I got what I need so I speed on my knees
Got to guard my seeds in this death valley
From the fallow wind thru the gallows of heckling
Flee on foot from the shadows, the death valet's beckoning
You can read of the wrath in Isaiah the prophet
They tread another path saying 'I played you' for profit
There’s slayer ‘n’ ravers but better’s a savior
I'd rather leave played poor than retire a player
Try to digest this before they’re sly enuff to divest us
Of the learning then burn me on a spit that is turning
These stadium fillers are radio killers
Think thrice bout their ice when they claim that it’s iller
I see some of these rollers roll unholy
I roll with the force of obi wan kenobi
I know we try to trounce these foes for surely
But noting victory comes hard ‘n’ slowly
Annandalien invasion -- the nation, awaits them
My anthem's to throw a vigilante tantrum
I suppose it’s like Moses, let my people know this
Don’t bow no-how to a calf that’s golden
I vote strategic, I'm pledge allegic
Allergic to the words some verbs be misreaded
No street cred the man'll handle words that we've said
I keep the prophecy still unspoken secret
When these bloated goats give their oaths repeated
Release the truth for the sheep to bleat it
From heaven manna's leavened rolled ‘n’ kneeded
The sowing's almost done, let’s begin to reap it

To fence-sit together's a menace to forever
Life’s four score ‘n’ you should live ‘n’ more better
When Math lists four letters it’s for more than poor weather
It’s about police brutality, Jana tell how it be

We’re anti po-po ‘n’ pro papa
No justice, yo trust us, better tell a copper
Christ dove then rose up like a heli-chopper
For raising hell then rising up - I give hella propers

Maybe you never heard of that, just lust ‘n’ hurried wrath
Enuff words ‘n’ murder baths, must learn to spurn their trash
I know ‘n’ I represent for fi-lo
Insane in the brain save my grain in silos
Not missiles, my style’s for peace vs. conspiracy
Hear ye, we've nearly, cleared their fears - searing
Eyes open ‘n’ hope when we have awoken
Pledge to leave the year with third-tier lies broken
Unearth the track, unleash the last act
Unlearn the hate, yearn for the past back
Sever what’s sinful ‘n’ drop the murder rate
Heavier than mental, my hip hop’s absurd to rate
Curmudgeon, not budging, when they got me in the dungeon
Might waver, don’t cave, I'm crazed but never crave
Escape ‘n’ traipse the world to make tapes
I divine the mind to guide thru the closed gate
Not Abram or Jacob but I'm Abel to jake them
A Tribe Called Benjamin, got the name cos I take them
Ain’t a saint, so this aint, the rekkerd you expected
You're Cain, still you cain't take steps to eject it

(Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto)

Dona nobis pacem, pacem
Naughty police – watch them stop them
We keep cops that shot up often
Weep as our peeps dropped in coffins