BLADE OF DAMASCUS Songtext
von Ja'King the Divine

Vanta black Hooded cloak show half the face
Spoke from my mantle how to breach, not evacuate
Like a master beating at the bag of weight, keep jabbing at the same places,
My opponent couldn′t match the pace

Fuck the rap race, bow to the Sith Lord Or submit gore
I flip raw shit from the fist force
I'm still poor tho the sketches rich from the wrist draw
Charging through a brick wall, head first amidst fog

The Shroom abuser, The Acid tab user, using mad humor
To earn gain cause my pain amuse ya
I read the words of the worst rulers
In every human creature lies a few motives or a new intruder

Summoned early as the king of this Atlantis shit
Through life′s management my Brainwaves was tampered wit
Sick of all the agony, man made catastrophe people seeing
Less in character but more in athletes

Who knew I turn a pencil to a pro tool
Training in the hyperbolic chamber like I'm goku
To all my old niggas I expose you, don't ever bite the hand that mold you, I′m the sculptor you the produce


Fuck outta here man, I′m the sculptor you the produce
I made you niggas fuck is you talking bout

It's like Ayo

It′s damaging depressive narcotics got me panicking
Lost faith to embrace the dark like anakin
Trying race across start, buy a gulf cart wit lacost sport
Sculpt a residence into a large fort

I will seize capital and property, my bloodline was here first
You killed and built monopolies
Wit false prophecies from the westernize icons
Gods & ideologies, I'm siding wit dichotomy

Yo fuck this economy, Muthafucka this economy . it′s like poison .

My vital signs fade, I'm trapped in a pessimist′s mind-state
Frozen emotional ice age, the sky's gray
And it very clear what's the price paid,
Living in a jigsaw puzzle withcha blind faith


My man′s said I′m getting old when does rap stop?
(Nigga what?)
I love jazz hear this shit up in my backdrop?
(Dawg)
Nigga mad, give a fuck, I live hip hop
(Live hip hop)
Ya own people hold you back they don't give props
(None)
Cause they idolizing cash and a wrist watch
I need a legacy, (Yes) not a drop top (No)
I do it better then ya idols why would I stop
(Why)
Why would I stop nigga
(Stop Nigga)

You know the game fucked when the student gotta teach
From soldier to a chief chose to focus never sleep
On a road for keeps, tucking piece peeping for Parol police
Shits weak, politicians promises is obsolete

I′m harpoon sharp bitches in every room stalk
Play the game, mash at the buttons until the jewels bought
Ya crew lost, fuck wit divine? Nigga you lose thought?
You think bitches, riches and gimmicks what I pursue for?

I'm hip hop to the bone
This shit kept from copping the chrome popping at the side of my dome
I been locked in my room, plotting how to rocket from home
Yo the brain feel like the fucking socket is blown

Been responsible for my momma decisions
Every since my father declined her opted out to find other women
When you black you know the drama is different
Used to trauma bond wit a couple Niggas doing Time in the system

I scribbled this while I was hurting at my nine to five
I Work the honest way its submissive but better then letting iron fly
I am god, crooked men in ties hate my fucking pride
Black nigga, never shuck and jive