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letra de mothership - mil-k

yo, i brought this back from the future
light speed boosters warp speed cruisers
the flames burn fuchsia
took the hayabusa to the year of the rooster
trees in the hooka puffin with mansa musa
i asked him ’bout the empire he said build ’em
like we used to
mali, andalusia, young somali troopers
roll with a crew, get your true herus up
y’all the real blue bloods and
keep your -ssets liquid like a juicer
i thanked him for his time, he said your shine is mine
my shine is thine we the same line
if any time you in a bind look for the sign
the star and the crescent, cl-ss is in session
this the first lesson; ancient monuments left a
lasting impression but these rappers rather be
alter boys their rhymes are confessions
yo stop guessing, we cast out the bankers
teach the world about the essence (the essence)

and tell them trustees we grown up we woke up
that throne us
them contracts they put on us they can’t
hold us no longer
we run these streets pamplona
young owners take over
young prophets stay sober stay parve
stay kosher
young brova, agent for the treaty of verona?
or mixing something poisonous with your soda?
there’s a church on every corner
you’re totally disconnected from the ancestors
transgressions and lesson plans is planned obsolescence
sans phosph0r-scence, you left them in the dark
you left them in the flood;
it’s cool we build an ark
you made a covenant with governments that
fund the narcs
then brag about sellin’ crack to brothers in the park
this not dissin’ this a cosmic transmission
i’m just the messenger bringing facts to k!ll the fiction
listen, i ain’t worried ’bout your treason and sedition
while you ballin’ for baubles
we continue with the mission (the mission)

listen, i bring that fresh water consciousness
save you from the nonsense
extra special operative rescuing the mental hostages
waking up the dead, take the lid off they sarcophagus
help ’em see the truth the red pill down the esophagus
ain’t no stoppin’ this we cast out conquerors
ride on their metropolis and take back the obelisks
restore continents, restore common sense to the populous
restore confidence to the goddesses
now these labels callin’ persistent like telemarketers
wanna sign him up so they can bind him up
put him in a contract, dotted line him up then
shine up his face and prime time him up, but
i’ll never let ’em put the scrolls on hold
or profit off the prophecy with scrolls cross bones
tryin to give me fiat notes for old gold
real money stay hard real money stay cold!

- mil k

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