2,000 Years Buried

[Intro: Jay NiCE]
All I'm here for is perspective
Check it

[Verse 1: Jay NiCE]
I say a prayer every day for all my brothers and sisters
And the ones up above who ain't with us, we miss you, yo
Peace to y'all behind the waters in the roughest conditions
None of us free, we all stuck in a prison, it was written

[Chorus: Jay NiCE]
We born, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
We die, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
We crawl, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
And we fly, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
One more time, we born, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
We die, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
We crawl, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
And we fly, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust

[Verse 2: Chris Skillz]
Ayo, the dust settles accidental to heavy metal
Coincidental, murder beats, instrumentals
It's all official since the days of baggin' nickels
Dime sacks, loaded pistols, it's beneficial
'Cause I'm high as hell
I could smoke a couple blunts, this pack is gonna sell
I used to shave some off the top of my DIGI scale
Damn, I'm short, oh well, it ain't hard to tell
Drug dealin' was not my forte
[?] I see through the crystal ball as crystal clear
You may not listen but you gonna hear
These words I spew all across the globe, the 302
This old bitch used to ask me, "What they see in you?" No clue
Maybe I'm special, I do speak my truth
All facts, I open books, skip chapters, you probably shook, damn
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Stainless steel gats, they never rust, fit to bust, you get touched

[Chorus: Jay NiCE]
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
We die, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
We crawl, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
And we fly, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
One more time, we born, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
We die, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
We crawl, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
And we fly, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust

[Verse 3: All Hail Y.T.]
You need to get up, get out and get somethin'
The place was hauntin'
Rangin' my dome as I exited my home
Once again it's on
Mobbin' with my comrades as we can quest for success
I only want what's mine, keep the rest
Every verse I lay make me a mortal defeatin' death
I live forever on CD and cassette
Wax and MP3s, when the internet crash, remember me
With verses and hymns, 16s encrusted, they luster with gems
Extract a sample, you discover my stem cells embedded
Rap niggas make clones from my genetics
I get inspired by me
Skills [?]
Allahdulillah, we down for the cream
Dog, how could you spend a thousand on jeans
When niggas starvin', livin' in boxes?
Masterplan to buy a thousand apartments
Take the interest and live off it
Give homes to single mothers and [?] fathers
What you wanted in life, see, you can have it
Visualize it in your mind, touch the fourth realm and grasp it
These vibrations from the mystical Y.T
Traveled at light speed, don't forget to rewind, please

[Chorus: Jay NiCE]
We born, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
We die, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
We crawl, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
And we fly, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
One more time, we born, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
We die, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
We crawl, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
And we fly, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust

[Verse 4: Jay NiCE]
Uh, I had a talk with KH before I jotted this sentence
This verse is non-fiction, a flawed human birthed in God's image
I sacrificed a lot to get in hip-hop and did it
And I won't stop the mission 'til we in the top position
Learned from Jay, Dame and Biggs before shit went sour
The game is rigged, explains the current shape that these majors in
Want me to sign for huh? I made that on my late shit
It's looking like moving independent's the way to win
Your favorite rapper's pockets is paper-thin
But they got a million followers on the 'Gram, verify how that's makin' sense
I meditate then break and bend, extend my brain again
Escapin' out of this dangerous matrix they placed us in
A Delaware native, the world thought our state was finished
Nah, goofy, this wave the genesis, it ain't no when
Flair's classic like Streets of Rage on the Sega
I play the bench on the eastside with my ladyfriend
The spin-off feel like the same show with different characters
Oscar-worthy actors got canceled, we didn't care enough
Trapped in this America, government raisin' tax to build black prisons
They scared of us, that system's prepared to judge
I ask again, where's the love? Got more faith in Alex Jones
Than I do all these office figures with false agendas
Nah, I wouldn't dare to trust, I'm tryna give you the larger picture
Over this Farma this, my art is cinema, roots is black as a berry, son

[Outro: Jay NiCE]
Fucking classic
It's Flair Jordan
Spark the spirits