Cesare Borgia

I am real and they are fake
They’re counterfeit, I counter fake
I can’t relate to what they make right now (now, now, now, now)
Paint my face, don’t change my face
Don’t you arrange or rearrange
Let me remain, I will not fade, not now (now, now, now, now)

You can’t take me from history
False emcees seek to nix me
Gets me how people are slick
Seek to rob you of your hard earned praise and take your victories
Follow me and all eclectics
Asperger’s Syndrome’s all over my records
Wish sometimes that I’d switch professions
But at times there’s no question I’m etched in
The minds of many as O’hene Savant
I make everyday count but I got plenty of time
In the mist of the darkness, land of the heartless
Soulless feeding on the soul of the artist
Carcass and what’s left tossed on the canvas
Repackaged and sold to the masses
What’s sadness? Justice-miscarriage
Ignorance is bliss but this is madness
Poems like Beethoven’s ninth
Like 2pac’s third
Like Savant’s first
I did not curse but since I’m cursed then shiiiiiiiiit (goddammit, goddammit)
Silently I wait to see if they will see
How great it be, my faith is weak
So may this be my gift
You cannot hide what you are, it will come out
The double life that you live is a mess
Nothing you do in the dark will remain there
You cannot really reeeeeeeeest
Finally
We all will see
Whose portrait be
The Borgia piece
It tortured me
Until I seen
The reeeeeeeeeest