The Lions Den

[Introduction]
(Yo) Frequencies, energy, time and space
It all relates

[Verse 1]
(Yo, yo) Where we're living is grief stricken by disease ridden conditions
Fiends coke sniffing
The snow driven
Heroin addicts chasing dragons and thieving to support them habits
Supplied by thugs who sell bobby
Then there's sluts who sell their bodies
From flats parallel to damp stairwells and dark lobbies where Samael dwells
His cleats are foggy
Entrenched with the stench of dishonesty
A criminal dichotomy
Where police sieze drugs and deal them back to us
Double the price
The hustle's vice
Locked and boxed in a system where betrayal kissed them
An usurper bit him
My pens Orwellian
Fake emcees I bury them
Like a thousand skeletons located in a mass grave
Left by European colonialists who massacred slaves
African descendancy
Panoramic elegies
Spoken by a tamarin orator
Shootouts in front of corner stores
My metaphors depict the bondage of the moors
Broken liquor bottles
Busy alleys
Sins, roach clips
Soulless with the chrome spits
Overshadowed by Apophis

[Interlude]
The earliest African civilisation came up from Egypt
Going back to the Predynastic period of Egypt
And when the first Dynastic period was started it was started by an African named Narmer
Long before there was an Abraham
Long before there was a Moses
Long before the European's creation stories

[Verse 2]
His slave name was Daniel
From within the lions den
His mentality was mangled by uncontrolled predators
Prone to violent outbursts, tempestuous
He saw life through the eyes of the drugged, drunk and impetuous
Seduced by temptresses who hide death's intentions beneath their dresses
Street whores who feed off wars and the spilling of blood
Due to the lies of a slut this one time he knifed up this nigga in a club
Saw himself as untouchable, but really he was the most gullible
As he proceeded down the stairwell to hell
He looked up to OG's who had been to jail
Until he saw his bredren through a peephole hanging motionless from a rope in a cell
Hellacious bastard visions
Formed from a fatherless upbringing
He loved to fuck women, but ducked out before the love hit him
Another victim processed by the hood life
He served a [?] price
An unsanitised paradigm
A harmful example of this Western world where the forgetful fell
Into the hands of Canaan
The beast of man, his number is six
Unbeknown to this Daniel's twenty-three and shooting off sticks
Seducing chicks, moving bricks by the truckload
A cutthroat who could've been a young utmost
But the right knowledge was never given
Instead he's tasting the dream of better living
For the secular perspective of existentialism
Said he wants diamond rings, and twenty-four inch rims and drop top cars
He wants to pop bras
He wants Cartier's and Rolex's, bottles of Moët and a gold neckless
Meaningless possessions he's willing to die for
His ex-girl had him jumped on a sidewalk
That very same night he got smoked like Guy Fawkes
Got two in the stomach and one in his chest
Over his cold corpse his mother wept
For her son who was misguided
Tricked by the lies of a shrinking violet
Inscriptions written on papyrus
For the youngers and old-timers
On these roads where soles are frozen like the tears of lifers
And our seeds are born lifeless

[Outro]
(Yeah) Triple Darkness
Cyrus Malachi
Jon Phonics productions
(Yeah) We need to open up our eyes
Become deities once again

[Outro: Shabazz the Disciple]
The game never change, only the players
While some inherit castles and thrones
Some end up death bed layers

The game never change, only the players
While some inherit castles and thrones
Some end up death bed layers

The game never change, only the players
While some inherit castles and thrones
Some end up death bed layers