Peter Pan Africanist

[Intro]
Malcolm Little when I scribble
Red in your head
X in effect
Malik on the beat
Shabazz with the jazz
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[Verse 1]
I'm the Peter Pan Africanist
Never in a land where they can diss
I'm the Peter Pan Africanist
Even reaching the fan that don't know what African is
It's a shackling biz
So why you think I'm cackling with
A hand full of Cuba Libre
Need a vice, a poetic device and the vice captain
My advising DJ
Ain't into that group bullshit
That he say, she say always on replay
Like I'm vibing with the first slaves
Touched down in Jamestown, East VA
I'm on the block
They looking at my skills
Inside I'm thinking I'm coming for ya
Outkast with a new caste
Out on that midnight train to Georgia

[Interlude 1]
We gotta get going man
Don't know when this shit's gonna end

[Verse 2]
I'll make my moves before you caught on
And you cordon me off
And call the Don the boss who
Gets the core of the mob to
Cut my lyrical core and cock
Till my word and balls are gone
So I ain't got nothing in this world
Hold on
I got the masses
Fiending for a passage
Give them the pump pump
Like I'm gassing with an asthmatic
Tactic if I didn't have it
As in if the rhyme stopped dripping
And I couldn't tap in
To my soul and mind power lacking
I'd go be an ad-man
Throw my hat in
To the ring of slogans
Thank fuck I'm smoking
In a sea of beats I wiggle and dip my toes in
And the advertising
For act sanitizing
Like Yeezus I be a product guy
And I do it for the love
Sam Smith simultaneous
The money on my mind
And my surgeon seen dollar signs
But the real prize
Concise rhymes in your prime like Preemo and 5'9"
It ain't about a carpet
To slide right into the market
I'm a Persian rug
Rolling as a true artist

Mad Men mixed with the Mad Monk
It's the Peter Pan, Africanist

[Verse 3]
Animalistic infidel
With a cannibal twisting me in a L
The mechanical one may shift well
But they ain't feel the vibe this well
I'll be living this hip-hop until hell
Freezes over like CD sales
And that's word to Shady my D-12
Go blackout crazy off 3 L's
Of Sangria in Shangri-La
And hanging hard like a Mean Girl
In love with that Glen Coco
That candy cane but we don't sell
No either high or sober
I just like my mind open
Like Dylan giving them 4 boys from Liverpool a toke of
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