Tai Chi

[Verse 1: Napoleon Da Legend]

Soul of Sankara, Kwame Ture, capture and don a new wave
Capital accumulates the declaration is two face
Gardens of Eden, owners of properties are eating
And breading the new elitists the Labor force is increasing
Torturing in the precinct, black and poor you a criminal
If you poor it’s your fault, everything is individual
They never blame the system it’s your lack of vision, they dismiss it
Look at all these black celebrities who did it
What’s it matter to a matador?
The data shows who’s matter morе
So fuck a back and forth on panels with Christina Amanpour
Cultural waterboarding, marketing pitchеs
Apocalypse was written, propping up these popular figures
From villages to big building, it’s slim pickings
While you pushing flashy cars, oligarchs is still pimping
Pop culture, Pop Smoke, Nipsey, Pac portraits
Genocide culprits let us die, while they gentrified Fulton
It’s a war going outside, no John Bolton
Move quiet like in Red October, them not knowing

[Chorus: Napoleon Da Legend]

I won’t let you move that hateful rhetoric by me
Shots fired to they dome if ever they try we
Smoke and mirrors booby traps everywhere that I see
Sheep mentality I dodge like Tai Chi
Sheep mentality I dodge like Tai Chi
Sheep mentality I dodge like Tai Chi

[Verse 2: A-F-R-O]

People are trippin’, egotistical men and women
With no principles in em, no integrity is committed
They vision is often negativity intermitted
Implanted in the skin, and commanded to compete in they sinnin’
Bad habits, lavish lifestyles, repeat offenders
The status of childish minds, seem that it’s never endin’
They slaughter black lives, and black minds, and black on black crime
Makin’ me cry black tears, through black eyes
The black sapphire stone ring made out of ancestor’s blood
Brought up in our land, and then they snatched it up from us
Under the rug, amok, from dusk til dawn
Even through the calm before the storm, somethin’ feel wrong
In the gut, the art of war, son remain still strong
Seeing blood flood behind the shores, the pain feels sharp
And they still pimpin’ our people, better start paying attention
Get ‘em off the benches, written off, I’m hidden like some Vietnam trenches
And I would sincerely hope you have your senses
Ain’t no tellin’ when we winnin’, til this day, they be still pimpin’
And I’m out

[Chorus: Napoleon Da Legend]

I won’t let you move that hateful rhetoric by me
Shots fired to they dome if ever they try we
Smoke and mirrors booby traps everywhere that I see
Sheep mentality I dodge like Tai Chi
Sheep mentality I dodge like Tai Chi
Sheep mentality I dodge like Tai Chi