Walk On High Lyrics

Yo! Here’s some stuff I learned when I was old. Every rhyme you write has a soul

It has a life. You breathed in it! So don’t disease in it. More healing more so pease

Please. You get it? Good

For the gods you feed in it, the odds you leave in it

Think not? Believe in it

At the close of manhood, you see different

You reflect and reminisce but change interests

You become more industrious, if you’ve worked as long as us

and confirmed that the best way for us is us

We trust in God, man is fickle

Phony as a bright ass copper nickel

Three for five dollars, it don’t mean shit

When the value of five dollars can’t buy shit

Dollars to pesos, live at six

You don’t quite know who you fuckin’ with

I can show you, better than tell you, that’s best this time

Fire next time? Done last time

You had a chance to wrong your rights

But when right goes wrong Yo! it’s time to fight

I float like a butterfly sting like a bomb

You will say, What the fuck’s goin’ on

Checkmate pawn, no Pun was intended

Destined for greatness, then he ascended

Like Elijah ascension, unexpected

Twenty-eight so soon, I was affected

I was twenty-six, his death hit home

I hoped that he and Cube would write new songs

And Joe and Cube would square it up

Grow old together and make some bucks

Like Cube and Common, they patched it up

It warmed my heart in Barbershop

I saw atonement, real to us

Why Farrakhan is just best for us

And Joel Osteen, magnanimous

Inspired by powers higher up

It’s evident it’s time to prequel sequels

It’s evident all men created equal

Three pop goes the weasel like Evel Knievel

Kingdom bestial, ceased deceasing them

From Nat King Cole back to Nat Turner teachin’ you

Right before the, widowers peaked in you

The widows would peak and the violence would cease

Came back years ago, returned like a thief

The lamb grew tired, the ram don’t sleep

I’m tryin’ to learn you, you’re too dumb to think

Keep your knives dull, I’ve sharpened my teeth

Sharpened my pen, pad on its back

Fucked the sheets! Came back comely

Don’t follow me, I’m not interested, fellowships wreak

I don’t get to know you, you left me in Crete Nigga

Upside down and left side weak

Vision Peter with Pistol, Iron Sheiks

I’m Omar Caliph, son of Ander

Past purgatory, so fuck your slanders

Candid candor? Can’t stand your standards

Standin’ on bullshit, all you can handle

All you can eat, you gluttony pig

Gut him, fuck him up, punk his kids

What we do is what you did

Monkey see what monkey is

Nigga fucked with the Comely Kid

Removin’ my bib, playtime over, nothing under the bridge

Light like lightning then thunder it is

Nerd from the neighborhood, one of Herb’s kids

Baby boy got big Blood, cousin got sig

Related to both sides relativity kids

Probably outside your matrix, mentally, physically fit

Fit and finish, soundin’ splendid

Blink done blessed me with this, hittin’ hard threw everything at it

Kitchen sinkin’ this bitch

Brother O, Black Drop niggaz misfits with this

Havin’ a fit, consumption of nothing, it’s heaven sent

Sike I’m highly hyped joint blunt and a fifth

Started at three and got skipped

Gifted talented shit

Fourth and fifth grade four months, shit promoted to six

Ostentatious resilience, juggernaut in this bitch

Knockin’ you over, barely bumped you

baby Huey the shit, wicked as the wickedest witch

Switch with a pitch fork

Callin’ Olsen watching Mork on a Stork

Hangin’ by a thread can’t take me to court

Ordered vision, hearin’ cantankerous court

Cantankerous court? Flashin’ in my head

Seein’ habeas corpus, fuckin’ foreign forces

Clouds then David Bennett, codes like Morse then

Arepo Opera Tenet

The Voynich Manuscript, inscribed within it

Defined parameters, present tenses

It makes no sense, but it sounds intense

Heavy as a foggy dawn, hydrant open water on

Hocus pocus! Word is bond

Can’t tell you how long you’ve been carryin’ on

You really never stopped, just changed your forms

We know form and function fucker, fucked up the norm

Storm, form and you can’t perform

Just another limp dick at the door

Don’t wanna be poor, tired of broke

Make America greater? Promissory notes, promise to give me acres

At this time fuck the mule G

Grant me any V12 Benz and GMC

I figure seven mil for each family that you sold for free

In exchange for servitude, involuntarily

Promise to pay every Black a mint

If they prove Sub Saharan African descent

Promise to give Natives their land back

Promise for all the immigrants

Who seek asylum, kingdom phylum

Genus species, homonyms, human men, and women Man

We said we found it evident, equality got set aside

We thought in days you would oblige

That was 1865, muthafucka what’s this? 1996

Goddamn! It’s 2020, that makes no sense

We know when shit is relative, we know when shit’s irrelevant

We know how yo’ ass sees evidence, what’s evident, your truth looks bent

Bend that shit back before we blow this bitch

Literally Moby Dick

Ismael start talkin

Black Drop, Blink, and O keep it walkin’ nigga