Poetic Occupation (Feat. Divine Styler)
Ancient Astronauts
3:30Ya know, race is perm, just battle 'til I get it in Yeah, big pen push big poems I'm an ancient afronautic, schizophrenic, Gnostic On Friday, it's the mosque and on a Saturday, the mosh pit My life's crazy, I know all about the darkness The esoteric forces, Behold the Pale Horses Secret forces, Luciferian causes Alien bases, Gulf of Aden vortex My reality is only truth prospers A free spirit, so to them, I'm a flyin' saucer You've never seen a man like me, I'm half porpoise You're far from water? That means a small dolphin Tour across oceans and reach portions Of earth you've never seen or heard, Sri Lankan A Moorish militian, (nigga) we sovereign I Self Law Am Master, y'all lawless Fire don't catch heat, ice don't get frostbit Electrified lifestyles, and no charges How you talkin' 'bout possession when you're the ones that's evil? In your black robes ceremony, summons me like a demon To appear like a genie, this shit is ritualistic Slammin' Thor's Hammer, sacrificing another victim Magi to magistrate, black magicians Use trick words to bond you, to their submission I ain't into none of that there, it's against my religion All these robes and wigs and oaths, that shit is forbidden Ay yo, Your Honor, I just wanna say Your case is dismissed right now, man First of all, you say, "Possession" Like don't y'all need a priest for that? I-I'm not possessed, y'all the ones that's possessed! And, first of all, who are you people, man? Sons of the moors and prophets We lost within the cities of the crown prince darkness Glide through, my thoughts on winged horses 'Til my eyes crystallize and look frostbit Brothers like us, we've never see flying saucers Just red and blue lights with them sirens upon 'em And 'cause I know brothers named Assad and Mohammed My phone catch more taps than Renaissance Harlem Healed myself and made all my fears targets The mind's the kingdom, the earth, a pure garden You can keep the fairy tales of tellin' me who God is I know it very well, it isn't Santa Claus or Tarzan Pardon, I'm trippin', yeah, I'm a retartist Here, to be honest, I'm gonna break shit regardless One, two, three, riot! One, two, three, riot! Uno, dos, tres, riot! One, two, three, riot!