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Sankofa:
My laugh is toxic, to self esteems catastrophic
Bringing the energy to stages, never lacked the wattage
I’m the rest of Wu-Tang Clan, man you’re Cappadona
A championship ring with a lump of trash upon it
See broken clocks don’t even count with digital screen
Rakim’s original fiend revisiting riveting scenes
If this is a dream, I'll probably awake without the slightest
My penmanship’s a submarine that sunk and yet it’s timeless
Fresh assignments roll off when Agent Orange sends another heater
I can get lifted without a puff of reefer
If that’s your thing then have at it, maybe it’s even legal there
Wherever you happen to be bumping this, but be prepared
You think big pharma isn’t going to grab the lion’s share?
Meanwhile in prison, minor possession cats are lying, there
And the prison’s a business turning a tidy profit too
So now you see all the hoops the lobbyists are hopping though

JON?DOE:
We chase the paper- murder, rape for vapors
Make the caper- in this world there ain't no place for later
Kids are raised on betas where they taught to raid ya neighbor’s
Stash- wait or dash? It’s later skater, life was made to savor
Dominance established, same manner that we do to girls
In the name of clearing hurdles, verbal abuses hurled
Point to the corner, encouraging you to curl
Then place the sand into the oyster’s mouth and cue the pearls

Sankofa:
I view this world so competitively
That all I see is someone getting better than me
Insecurity's a monster, yet I'm letting it breed
...Money for nothing agendas and the rent it is free
A shred of disease squeezing every ounce it can get
Boa constricted anacondominium minimum breath
Spinning, this head, birds sing mellifluous dirges
I work verses while demons whisper it's worthless

JON?DOE:
Sensationalist reporters couldn't write a better story
In my backyard these gangs are killing for territory
They don't care long as the Dow Jones average
Mirrors the death rate of these downed coon savages
Police only serve to protect the establishment
That we railing against, using words as our last defense
Dashboard cams as murder porn, it's a perverted storm
Of death in the modern age- rage while the herd is shorn
These words are borne upon the winds that whip the wings
Of the angel of death- a witness to wicked things
The stakes is high- like the nails in the wrists of Christ
The passion of the lamb rewritten as a plot device
Where cemetery plots are twice as common the income
Required to afford that resting ground we wrest the ink from
… I mean the blood of those whose backs are made to bear the weight
Seems we can barely wait to play Dicaprio when bears escape

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from The Beat Shall Inherit the Verse, released August 25, 2022

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