False Charges

Ya know, race is perm, just battle 'til I get it in
 Yeah, big pen push big poems
 I'm an ancient afronautic, schizophrenic, Gnostic
 On Friday, it's the mosque and on a Saturday, the mosh pit
 My life's crazy, I know all about the darkness
 The esoteric forces, Behold the Pale Horses
 Secret forces, Luciferian causes
 Alien bases, Gulf of Aden vortex
 My reality is only truth prospers
 A free spirit, so to them, I'm a flyin' saucer
 You've never seen a man like me, I'm half porpoise
 You're far from water? That means a small dolphin
 Tour across oceans and reach portions
 Of earth you've never seen or heard, Sri Lankan
 A Moorish militian, (nigga) we sovereign
 I Self Law Am Master, y'all lawless
 Fire don't catch heat, ice don't get frostbit
 Electrified lifestyles, and no charges
 How you talkin' 'bout possession when you're the ones that's evil?
 In your black robes ceremony, summons me like a demon
 To appear like a genie, this shit is ritualistic
 Slammin' Thor's Hammer, sacrificing another victim
 Magi to magistrate, black magicians
 Use trick words to bond you, to their submission
 I ain't into none of that there, it's against my religion
 All these robes and wigs and oaths, that shit is forbidden
 Ay yo, Your Honor, I just wanna say
 Your case is dismissed right now, man
 First of all, you say, "Possession"
 Like don't y'all need a priest for that?
 I-I'm not possessed, y'all the ones that's possessed!
 And, first of all, who are you people, man?
 Sons of the moors and prophets
 We lost within the cities of the crown prince darkness
 Glide through, my thoughts on winged horses
 'Til my eyes crystallize and look frostbit
 Brothers like us, we've never see flying saucers
 Just red and blue lights with them sirens upon 'em
 And 'cause I know brothers named Assad and Mohammed
 My phone catch more taps than Renaissance Harlem
 Healed myself and made all my fears targets
 The mind's the kingdom, the earth, a pure garden
 You can keep the fairy tales of tellin' me who God is
 I know it very well, it isn't Santa Claus or Tarzan
 Pardon, I'm trippin', yeah, I'm a retartist
 Here, to be honest, I'm gonna break shit regardless
 One, two, three, riot!
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 One, two, three, riot!
 Uno, dos, tres, riot!
 One, two, three, riot!