Cosmos - Melanin 9

I write with jins drag’n my pen

Project horrific scenes captured in a stem

Of war chapters from the malice of men

Leaking abdomens

Sharp daggers from mandems that handle em

Stiff mannequin grip hammers & piss paraffin

With idol peers lit idols with spirals in their hair

Spill rivals & fill viles of beer

That’s the block though drunk over Sauvignon Blanc

Doze so watch kilos cop feed the block on the rock so

Some line hearses spin the tape back to write verses

Horizontal lines on the iron surface

Spines burst through a bias purpose

Like the virus in the churches

Bodies spit 9's & hide the burners

Forensic ties to a violent murder

Lines tapped over rulership pine bats by the latch of a fugitive

Flights back with a batch in a uterus

Abusive kids chrome plated tooth wearing blue like a ruthless Crip

Tried to school him with some truth in his foolishness

Think about how many brothers we lost

All they talk is finding brothers who shot

Tie em up & put a 9 to his knot

Me it bothers cause I know he’s in it for drama

Living for respect deaths gonna get him with karma

So I spoke to em the science of that move needs improving

Plus they know where ya mum lives & how you moving

Know he heard but the words I chose didn’t move him

The loss of self in exchange for power & illusions

His repercussions are parallel to my solution

I think I’m gonna lose him

Hook: X2

I’m a self permeated through a perished organism

Grappling the truths root but getting stung by the symptom

I’m a shadow of a prophet pen stroked in the cosmos

Mimicking the God scroll pivot in the cross roads

My minds a rough draft Of Allah’s **

Spill on villains with tough hearts

The extension of my body’s a pillar

Blood is Bomene (?), eyes of Bobby Seale

Copper tone puff chrome some bodies spill

Prophets are killed hit the projects in Brazil

Hoods flooded with clinics

Plans of eradicating the black race through eugenics

While the rest of us occupy the space in the prisons

Bleeding on the suede floor we came for our own vision

Mum’s hate me cause I wasn’t handsome

Too black for mother to call me grandson left me abandon

With dreams of expanding even

If it means blowing a couple hollows at mandem

Hold em at ransom

Cause I was past nothing to inherit

But the scourd memories I embellish from every spar melee on my terrace

Labelled dishelic (Dyslexic) Tryna tell us we can’t read

Sterilizing our youth and had us hanging from palm trees

But now we blast free leaving a part of your cartilage in a car seat

Screw a nigga down when he pass me

See we the last breed without balance and force

Amorites conspiring to silence Malachi York

He taught how to invert the Earth’s elements before the convergence

Of German regiments in the purpose of melanin giving birth to medicine

We studied the first serpents (?) specimen

Mixed between the curse of intelligence

To the words of the president convert murders & circle in tenements

Illegal works that further their measurement

And spread racial genocide without violence

Victimized by psychological crimes in my environment

Was never taught how we fought pirates

To the Zodiac born in times this so 24 in my line-age (Lineage)

And studied the real meaning behind it

To embrace what I’m inline with

Hook:

I’m a self permeated through a perished organism

Grappling the truths root but getting stung by the symptom

I’m a shadow of a prophet pen stroked in the cosmos

Mimicking the God scroll pivot in the cross roads

«One more time baby!»

(not in Lyric or song)

I’m a self permeated through a perished organism

Grappling the truths root but getting stung by the symptom

I’m a shadow of a prophet pen stroked in the cosmos

Mimicking the God scroll pivot in the cross roads