taking ya to the space
where we keeps our academics poppin
learning they countries
and how they function
and how they dare
with they theories
and how we fit in in the whole scenario
and they will never overstand it
cause Giants keeps us real
as the mortician embalms more obsoletes
cause they never learned how to live on forever
feeling the change of people around
tales me i'm in the motion
high powered with more ampere electricity flowing
electing threes per each level
from the cities
on the low low minus bustas
cause they never paid dues
sowing up the realer in the name of the Fang
as the Vodun rips
ain't nuthin changed
but the weigh of how we write out forthcoming participations across gravel
to be silenced
Amina and Yaa Asantewaa is in the chest fo sho
so hit the dance floor
cause they need the funk (echoing)
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