Sentinel Prime

I’m knocking **** off their high horse

That scrunched up face will leave your eyes sore

Battling ambition, I’ve been coping with addiction

I’ve been having intuition that I’m more than just a person— I’m an ism

Strictly gifted from the **** high above

Them tears in a bucket overflowing, creek water mud

I wanna tell you something you should know

But you’ll probably duck the fade, so tell me where the story goes

Notice how I ain’t mention your name, ****!

I’m just waiting for the right time to drops these bombs on your head, like an air strike

Free Palestine!

Like Hamas soldier, I’m war ready anytime

Ali Shaheed Muhammad, I know they’re fucking with my Tribe

A dormant king is what I’d rather be

Kiss the ring, plastered on the wall was my soul to be

A vacancy..

A vacancy..

A vacancy..

A vacancy..

Open my eyes

But my vision’s cloudy

Too into the grind

It feels like I’m floating

Search for the heart to keep going

Look for the love to keep growing

Open my eyes

Open my eyes

Is **** open

Dear, Nvy

Don't question me

I'm travelled far and wide

Over 7 seas, just to get some weed

Yes, it’s sir, Bushman

I'm coming back, for the green

I ain't no God , but I'm guessing it's what it seems

I create world, so I guess it's what it means

I see this seams and I can't fall between

I see the power right in front of me and I'm screaming like a banshee

I know you hear the screams

I know you see the tears

I don't know what it means, but I'm here to riot like I'm rooting for **** on my team

Don't silence all them screams, don't hide, all them tears

God, you see my fears?

Too many lies lost

Palestine I hope to see you free

Damn, why **** keep baiting me?

Y'all off the hook

Y'all just ain't the same to me

Shine a light on the shadow of doubt

I’m boutta talk my shit

Before they figure it out

New era fitted the crown

Right up on my headtop where the writtens is found

It make sense to me now

I’m making dollars when the kids in your town

I’m a classic man, get paycuts for them symphonies now

That ain’t lemonade, they dropping tris in Simply now

Since a snotty nose, I’ve been kicking the style

Sick with the style

You **** moving kinda sluggish, I’m the salt shaker

How you a man and you ain’t never done no hard labor?

I’m out here getting business credit like I’m Caucasian

I seen some crashing with the rocks, I’ve been in hard places

I had to go and cut ‘em off ‘cause they’re all fakers

I tend to go decline the call ‘cause it’s all favors

Had to go and cut ‘em off ‘cause they’re all fakers

I tend to do decline the call ‘cause it’s all favors

Open my eyes

But my vision’s cloudy

Too into the grind

It feels like I’m floating

Search for the heart to keep going

Look for the love to keep growing

Open my eyes

Open my eyes