Hurricane Song

[Verse 1: Seven Star]
Let tonight be a night that minds unite to do what is right in God’s sight
Focus in one direction, tunnel vision of light
Freedom of the mind will be the people’s last plight, last fight
The last mouthful of ignorance the last bite
This is it now—your last rights
The end of old ways born again out of a past life. Fright
The only direction inside the only perception I like

[Verse 2: Stres]
Voices... voices have combined, no longer confined
The struggle unified when we build
They yield when we gather
They rather we collide—when we coincide, they scatter
I have seen the data—I’m keen to the program
So we, we program. Fire in me
The fire to get free and flee the empire
Empire

[Verse 3: Soarse Spoken]
My memory’s fine. I remember me crying
When I was a young buck, remember ‘79
Heavenly fine, sweet ebony rhymes deep every time
I seek. Sheep sleep on the sentiments I speak
I ask you to keep the legacy I pass
My pastor, I cash vision and truth
Ignorance is the first to die. Last bird to fly is freedom
I lead on my mind path, pass the mission to you

[Verse 4: Akin Yai]
Ayyo, it’s like resurrected fallen kings
Making appeasement for a lot of sins, I walk with a crown of struggle song
I sing rain on your hurricane, swing like Carter (Carter)
Brave fight for life had made death birth a martyr
Shit is spoken for. The token nigga with a open sore
Who wanna make me bleed? I’m godly as fucking greed
Thoughts be out of space like Seven Star’s makeup (Uh huh)
We serve the hot shit—Cise, add up your flavor

[Verse 5: Cise Star]
It’s the children of a lesser god bringing it together
Wonderful collage—papier-mâché thoughts became large
Open-ended. Sinisters think of Black and Guinness
The active listening Cadillac glisten on the right—get him (Get him)
Power to move as I settle the groove, son
Maybe we lose one, but the battle is smooth. Come (Come)
Over the bright gleam, heavenly sight seen
Is frightening because its dedication is lightning (I)
Human and being steadfast but leaning over the broke boulder
Heart cold, remain sober oak

[Hook: Seven Star and Stres] (x2)
Look no more
Truth is coming, headed towards your door
Lyrics start running, so you hit the floor
But there’s no escape
When you hear the call, everybody stand up