Za Prayah pt.III

Here we meet the Samurai Continuing his quest Refusing to give up the fight Still little one There is more to learn Watch closely I come from a generation exploited and gentrified The sensation of music, anointed clouded eyes The veneration, when I spit on a mic you see acid, not alkaline I call my fans, excavators, they dig for gold when I rhyme Ironic how they count the odd one out in your prime Blind to skill they see as luck My L's were 7's, you just had to adjust Jacked the pot, Black royal flush Take chips as they come Either on your shoulder Or the awards that you won I am a Jack of all Trade I kill my masters for fun The light that remained From a fractured half-dipped yellow sun I am the bullet You just the smoke from gun We loading like hard drives Wheel spins slow on the road to success That's hard drive But lately I'm losing drive to fatigue Don't get it twisted Still kill these beats with ease Young pessimist Forever hard to please Insomniac, but my Morales been swinging miles round me I think therapy's the synonym for sleep Dreams the definition of free Trust is blind Lady Justice co-opted honesty I'm on my knees, begging to to be healed You ain't married to this game you just trying to cop a feel We are not the same You f*ck around I'm a young Black David Copperfield How's it feel I'm yours World of vice and sin Ain't it appealing But you need healing We praise the music We praise the funk Dance with us Look God is a black woman And she listens to funk I don't make music unless it rattles your trunk I'm speeding on back street roads And yes I am drunk They tell me they love me And it don't mean much This for Lindy boppers in zoot suit This for Uncle Femi with the silver tooth This is kaftans and well-cooked soul food Ink split on ProTools Distinct blinks, like You ain't supposed to rhyme this good I am soot and prayers New school grit, kept it playa She said take me and make me yours Bed turns to a swimming pool when she on all fours It ain't blasphemy if we both scream to God It's just rhapsody when you shake mi amour But this melancholy got me Obviously numb to myself I been, like Drowning in vice Maybe I should just ask for help No lies felt Buuuuut Till then we praise funk But this melancholy got me Obviously numb to myself I been, like Drowning in vice Maybe I should just ask for help No lies felt Buuuuut Till then we praise the funk I'm I'm I'm I'm Yours I'm I'm I'm Yours