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[Canibus]
We ain't no false prophets, this is lost knowledge
Bond with me, I'll take you to war college
False prophets get shot down with real rockets
Drone operators in the field with optics
Fighter jets barrel roll over a narrow road
Going so fast my head shape like a tadpole
I gotta learn to live with what I can’t control
My soul plays a substantial role
I’m in Booger Hollow, Alabama
Told the bitch to make me a sandwich
Got that peanut butter jelly, going ham with the hammers
And ham radio scanners, smoking turtle with Santa
They keep asking, I ain’t got no answers
Still gеt it in, looking real young and handsome
You heard what Ab said
Rеgister your weapons
Voice command JIBO record the session huh
False prophets never pay homage
Don’t get caught with your hand in the Central Bank pocket
The rap brotherhood fragment the so damn defensive
All doomed to an ignorant ending
Hip-hop your vision
Knowledge the wisdom, what is it?
Nothing more it's just fear disguised as respect
Drugs, money, and sex
Monetize the debt
Normalize the threat
Fortified front line on deck
When Heru go to war with Set
The greenbacks ain't green no more they red
Look back years from know you see what I meant
Don't front, this old dog still hunt
In the field with Ab-Soul you know what we want