Rising Sun Lyrics

Beautiful souls not just on the out but the inside

See me glowing, that's why they always giving us the side eye

Low vibrational beings, always trying to cap us to their size

We be like healthy erections at odd times

You can't stop this, still I rise

To the occasion,as I advance

If you bask in my ambiance

Then the conversation won't be so abrasive

For instance, in stance, you won't act so evasive

While overstaying your welcome like colonial powers

Even in your face I can't be devoured

If I come off sweet and sour

You cowards are the ones that come off chicken

Observe the excellence and try to overstand the mission

I'm walking this earth, I'm given a right to be here

Let's be clear

Watch ya step, or get boxed in

I'm deliberately drawing lines in the sand

Strong arming potential listeners also

Do you dig an artist in demand

Gon' give me a listen

I'm giving something that your soul is missing

Or your soul will be enriched and

Even if I'm not your cup of tea, you're still sipping

Hear it to the health of your spirit

Feel it

Share it

Whether you're at work or in transit

This that Soul Hop, God Hop

It pours out of me

None can dam the flow

Liquid rises gradually

None can lay low

Overflow, flooded, where I walk is fertile

Rich spirit, heart prolific, words be chamomile

Watch how I seize control like Burkina Faso

Using what I got for my people, this resource is not yo's

Now ixnay on alcoholism and drugs

While getting to the cheese

A sober mind can spot the traps

Ahead like I'm up on laps

I can't turn back when I'm back to the back of the pack

I'm much more iller than that

My pace is set, I run my own race

While trying to stay communal in this volatile place

Hell is hot, and winter is coming

God willing until the returning

There's no time to be in error

The night is dark, and full of terror

This is certain, see the polymorphous

Charting the courses

Never have I been afraid to dive below the surface

Yet I'm seeing vanity with no real purpose

Must have intent and believe

The harvest began after the seed

Like dreams that never leave

Stuck in my psyche just like a vivid memory

A poor righteous teacher, not a brand

Trying to sing my songs in these wicked lands

How can we sing the lords song in a strange land

Tis the season

They hate without reason

They pay me with evil and leave me bereaved

Putting obstacles in my way, and gather in glee

Slandering me without ceasing

I fight those who fight with me

I can't let it be

The ungodly always plotting mess

But I'm vindicated in allah's righteousness