Old Friend Lyrics

Yo, outside the weather changin', shelter from the cold wind

I'm in the booth again familiar like an old friend

They mold the fences in a row but still we broke in

I found the knowledge well was deep, I let it soak in

They never quote the ones that should've been our spokesmen

It's either death or exile for those that's chosen

The Bible had Moses, Elijah brought hope to us

But still we mostly broken in a zone with bad omens, yo

You know when swords slice the skin of shoguns

I remain focused, posted, roasting doja

Nike motion, U.S. Open

The music conjures up emotions, when my rhymes was spoken

More than slogans, truth was woven in the fabric of my tracklist

My actions sparked opposite reactions, they severely lackin

Slank the master craftsmen in the booth

I mastered rappin' in my youth

I move like Castro with them troops

I wrote these chapters filled with truth, hold up, hold up, yo

It seems we meet again, the pen is like my sole friend

Margins can't contain the way my flow bends

Angola, where they stole men and women, kids

Chained inside the hold, ships

Taken to the shores, submerge my head, I feel reborn, amen

My fingertips to print the script

Being literate was once a crime

They kept us deaf and blind, they wanna see you ignorant

That's why I craft my sentences with dope intent

Slank, I spit the potentest

Waterproof motion, we command the oceans

Drown opponents, roll my stick

Fold this verse twice so I can carry it

Organize the texts like librarians

Out in Alexandria or Timbuktu

Always set the standard, shit they couldn't do

Mic stamina

In Alabama, planned revolts to destroy the planters

Danger stays apparent

Move strategically, dodge interference, yo

Bob popped the sheriff but he only grazed the deputy

Unchain the melody, the track heavenly

Ayo, Heaven is a state of mind

Seek and you will find salvation

But only once we build the Black Nation, yo

Trials, tribulations, Hell is exploitation

Modern innovations

Cover worse situations that we living in

Heaven is a state of mind

Seek and you will find salvation

But only once we build the Black Nation, yo

Trials, tribulations, Hell is exploitation

Modern innovations

Cover worse situations that we living in

Chillin' in the whirlwind

Smoke spins, me and my friends

The beat drops when the battle begins

I play to win like I'm Josh Gibson

In the booth the plot thickens

Never stop givin

Everything I got to change mirage visions into actuality

Horsepower, cavalry

These days you gotta move like that

I had maroon-white straps across my Nike Vandals

This was an example of my handle on the situation, yo