The Chiefs Manifesto

[Intro: The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan]
They can't read Dick and Jane
But they can recite your rap
They're three years old
And they start quoting you
Question is
What are you feeding?
You're the teacher now
You are the teacher now
You have to accept the responsibility now

[Verse One: ATM]
Inhaling on a good vibration
I poured my D’ussé out
To speak my hood libations
Now as I stand
In one nation, under hatred
I know my matter runs through it
When I face it
My flesh scarred. My hearts strong
My mind expands
That's my moon and my star
And with a spark of my divine
Here you are son
I created a universe in human form
(Uh)
Now Father God keep blessing me
(Uh)
As Mother Nature keeps testing me
Abstract my ancestry, in my melodies
Extracting all the values that I’ll ever need
Truth, sacrificing with integrity
And if I’m in your presence
There's a felon in your mezzanine
My spirit running
Towards the work of the ministry
It's chef’n up my dopamine
Switching up my chemistry
(Uh)
And I’m a whole different energy
The order manifested from my chaos
Is the currency
(Yeah)
And I was born into this peasantry
Kneeled to be knighted
So awaiting is my destiny
See that’s a Chiefs tale if ever wrote one
A message to spread around
If you're going to quote one
Blood of A Slave, heart of a King
Word to Nasir
Charge it to Queens
May I embody all the wisdom passed down
Cause I can’t know it all
I barely understand now
See I can talk like, act like, i know it all
Or I could shut the fuck up
And just learn some more
(Uh)
I choose the path of the humble master
So I don’t rap like a mumble rapper
And I don’t act like a public actor
It’s all growth
And then I double backwards
To teach my babies how to treat the ladies
(Uh)
Which can’t be done
Treating your momma crazy
(Yeah)
I wouldn’t do that to your Mother Nature
For your roots to grow
You gon’ need something stable
(Uh)
I wrote it down and now it’s manifesto
As I continue to climb
Toward higher potential
(Uh)
A lot to lose and a lot to prove
But that’s the sweet spot son
Right in that groove
That universal balance that my chakras need
“To find yourself, think for self.”
That’s Socrates
As I approach modern man
With this philosophy, during end times
I’m trying to rewrite these prophecies
(Uh)
You see my sons don’t deserve hell
But we going
Know your daddy still gone earn well
(Uh)
That pirate in me, still knows how to pillage
But with new knowledge of self
I’m a different spirit
Rolling dolo from state to state
Running the red queens race
Trying to keep pace
And if mans half culture
It means I got to keep face
But on a road less traveled
Steps are hard to retrace
But still I march
Like Moses in the dark with no torch
With the love of my sons
That’s in my heart
Still I march (Uh)…
Cause Kings are born in the dark