no more you may ask. It is a Swahili origin, an
Eastern African tongue of the Bantus. It
signifies the inscrutable equation of the
vibrations that are carried out by that of
the spoken word. Power within the spoken word,
word power. All things in existence are built
upon the forces of the vibratory currents.
These currents amass our blueprint of our
schemes and our moves and determine our level
as being broken down into seven planes of
existence. Power within the spoken word, word
power. No more is the pre-mortal scream of
the infant that is being burst from the
physical womb into the microcosmic womb of this physical
existence. Power within the spoken word, word
power. No more is the glory spirit of our
ancestors begging us, imploring us to reconnect
to the roots of our glorious past. The inseparable
energy of our ancestors past and present as we
are living their ancestors. So make no
vast distinction between the two for our energy
is inseparable and in fact in order for us
to confront the future realistically we must
reconnect with the umbilical cord of our past.
Power within the spoken word, word power. No
more is freedom, which is the inward road
of the mind, bequeathed by the soul, eclipsed
by the physical as a means to delve into this
mysterious human condition, thus grasping,
realizing the ironies of all existences.
Power within the spoken word, word power. And
now from the innumerable intensification
of the expressions of eternal evocations that
are housed into the holy Cup of the soul,
we present to you Melville. Power within the
spoken word, word power. Thank you.
Peace. This peace is dedicated to those who
rise tonight with us. Those midnight
town folks and neighborhoods who know. The
women of North Africa truly treasured life and
so she
found fulfillment in being someone's wife. A
wife who led to motherhood and motherhood to birth
was born to create a glory that will engage the
earth. But in that birth, all life lived on from
distant ages past. And the blessed in their
offspring lived as long as love would last.
Canvases and children's lives, even after death.
Remembering her family's love served as some kind
of bread. I'm sure the one who's living though
will think this is realistic. And pity folks like
the hot and hot who think their kids terrific.
Those livers simply cannot see what serenism is.
A life of livers quite confused, a complicated
twist. They do not know what fear means or that
it has a price. For what they wish they think
must be without a sacrifice. A woman's life can
be a
risk. A statement is her fate. It may not by
her voice but by her life, but else she can't
be free.
For freedom's not its only war, it has seven
different mindsets. It's by means. It's not an
end. It's a means made in clay. It's by means
of happiness. For if any sacrifice and means
received from time was gold, he had twice the
price. So freedom from means freedom for is not
the words of love. Unless there is finality,
one's reach is reached in thought. Finality is purpose.
And purpose is must be. No end can be without a
goal, or else it can't be free. When purpose is
so enjoyed, confusion soon will follow. And
life is meant to be so close, turns out to be
so hard.
Most feminists do it at their point, at least
that's how it seems. And so they miss out on
the glory of what being a woman means. And
that's why life's so messy for most feminists
and feminists.
Or they truly hate their womanhood and think
they hate themselves. Ladies and gentlemen,
did you know that the fall of humanity has
nothing to do with apples? And that the
creation of
stereotypes has nothing to do with reality, you
see? Transformations are in one's mouth as a
language of love. Like hey baby, flow upward.
Flow low and no more. You see? Spirits understand.
When it's embedded into one's soul, it also
strengthens mind and body when contemplating one's
spiritual culture takes it back into a time
called space. So open up that heart center to us,
those offended ancient ways. Transformation is
all in space, one hand and one seat.
Ancient ways are Contra-changed with Juju Magic
and consciousness that will
transform our nation into Maya, the natural
love and grace all around us.
Ancient ways are Contra-changed, aimed directly
upon Satsavantra, a mythological headhunter
waiting to
smash your body or culture. Imagine one's image
is like this, hesitant yet ascended, humbled by
relentless images that transform all on top of
it, like this is a real supreme story telling
our ego
and spirit. With the age ending and denial of
culture, we witness. Be on the right side of your
world, and you'll see Maya, truth as these are
living ancestors, enlightened by the magic of
disease from false belief that are once upon
this place of our experience, our impulse to
truth speakers. Coming at the truth bylaw, play
that mantra on those brooms, the Kiko press,
that of earth and earth to sky, no mo, as we
elevate this bobo, the truth divine, ancestral
intelligence on one hand, with the veil of
ignorance and no indignity,
and in this way, we can experience our own
hatred towards those ancient myth stories.
He doesn't want to give up wine and vinegar,
when we look into the past, through past eyes,
we must see, because the past by private law,
also denies his stories. Earth, that's power,
peace, and I am our truth. Thank you.
My people, my people, we're missing it. We got
this food
shit twisted, this new world order got us
running for the border, sitting there driving
through the wings and
things, we done turned into Burger King and
Dairy Queen. I guess you figured since you
slave all day,
but sharecroppers pay when you clock out, you
gotta have it your way. Well have you had your
bread today? And y'all know the first place
Niggas go when they want to impress a ho, it's
to some
fine restaurant where you pull up, they open
your door, valet park your ride, you ain't got
no idea
what they might hide or slide under your seat
on the driver's side. Hell, they could easily slip
a micro computer chip inside your Gladys Knight
and the Pips CD and you even get them a tip when
they return your key. As you sip on natural
grapes capitalized into toxic juices, listening to
unidentified classical music, thought never
behooves you that the shit on the menu could be
prepared by
a son or daughter of the coup, clutch swan, or
some woman or man that you don't even know and
ain't never even seen before. And you're gonna
pay for that? Where's your third eye at? Open that
motherfucker up. Don't you see the old lipstick
stain on your cuffs? Yeah, see, I know we
fucked up, replacing our
40 acres for a contract with the Lakers and our
poor little news was rolled over and died
when we integrated schools. We went from
Shakespeare to Paul Revere to Martin Luther
King to lift every voice
and sing. If we'd have lifted a back hand to
the so-called man who withheld the same land that
they'll now sell us after they tell us we need
a nice place to rest when we're dead and gone.
Well, they say God bless a child that's got his
own, but them that's got paying for some
gray plot that they can't even use to their
heart's content. Hell, you could be growing
tomatoes right now
in that very spot, but them chickens and them
cows is fucking up your bow. And it's fine,
it's fine if you
want to dine on that decapitated swine, but on
the real, if you still feel you need a combo meal,
in time you'll find that your commercialized
mind is only worth about $2.99. Fuck the nuts,
eat a cherry, pecan, strawberry,
replace that milk in those other processed
dairies, unteach everything you was taught,
take back some
cookies you bought, have the motherfucking
junction to control your own consumption from
your head
to your feet. You are indeed what you eat.
Don't be too chicken to stop eating meat. And
if something
smells fishy, that's because it is. Think twice
before you chew up what that capitalist killed,
because if they could butter all Us niggas up
right, you'd find your black ass on a hot place tonight.
Go ahead. And for all you educated negros who
hate it when the English language is degraded,
to help you better comprehend your essentially,
I'll say this again. You see, the annihilation
of the African American population is
increasing at an exceedingly high perpetuation
due to the
deterioration of your circulatory respiratory
digestive and the entire central nervous organizational
systems of your physically internal
self-existence. Hence, the rapid decline of
your spirit and your
mind, all for just $2.99. $2.99 and you're out
of your mind. Foreclosure, foreclosure on the
home of your soul.
Step one, a piss test. A screen for substance
abuse, which regardless of how it seems is just
another excuse
to label me less, to crack another whip across
my chest, while I squat with my head bowed
between my
legs to release like unhatched chicken eggs my
body's wasted juices. How could I not refuse this?
You see, this is the beginning, the
commencement, the pomp and circumstance of
corporatism's long
awaited chance to lower my upright postured
stand to one of degradation and shame, entrance into
a world of Mister and missus and preoccupation
with lies named. Step two, spiritual sleep and peaceful
rest, brutally interrupted by alarm clock
presets. Hold still, another lash across the
chest. Wisdom
and revelation, visions blessed in dreams,
abruptly subside with childhood screams from frequency
modulations, sadly comedic morning teams,
intoxicated off breakfast damages and reseals
of caffeine,
white sugar, white cream, morning meditation,
no time, each hesitation costs another dime.
You see,
dividends will be docked if you don't punch
that clock, shit shave, shower in less than an hour,
wipe away the manner from your eyes, wipe away
your true being, replace it with eight hour lives,
create that person you suppose as you step into
work clothes that you dare never wear to any place
other than the J-O-B. I don't know, maybe it's
just me, but silk blouses and two-inch cuffed
trousers just don't sit right with the kink of
nappy hair. It's like day and night, like the
queen of England on welfare. Step three,
sitting in traffic, another likely tactic to
increase the
cling of static to an already much too wrinkled
mentality. Luxury vehicles surround your conscious
reality, throw in some fresh beats, maybe if
you tap your feet to something spiritually uplifting,
you'll forget the 20 miles per hour shifting
from first to second and back to first. Turn up the
music extremely loud, remind yourself, I'm
black and I'm proud. Maybe you won't notice
through your
grooving that your head bobbing is the only
thing moving. Getting in traffic, en route,
lack of
movement, preparing your psyche for eight hours
of spiritual instability, but maybe, just maybe,
if that alarm clock hadn't disrupted your
tranquility, you'd remember without question
how to spread your wings and flee high above
the rush hour congestion. Drive down to the devil's
dungeon camouflaged as a ticket at Token
parking garage. Cars confined forced in two
small spaces
bring to mind underground places like ships
named Jesus carrying blue-black faces across
Atlantic waters and took a long day at Harvard.
Go steal another lash for your ass. Don't get me
wrong, I'll take a little more. Step four. Car
access only opens the door to a select feel in suits
of dark blue and keeps that though they feel
like us on the night of the new. So you see you trekked
from the dimly lit parking garage to a 500
watts lighted indoor mirage, your eyes
attempting to
focus through the daily Hocus pocus, stupid
fool-filled cubicles, four-eyed computer-glued
pupils you maze through as a lactose-intolerant
put-rat scrounging for mozzarella cheese,
rashing out like a rock from Southern Waterloo.
The Lord gives it, the Lord takes it away.
Boss, supervisor, manager, master, white bread,
saltine Crouton Cracker,
stuff of psychosis and mental hypnosis from
parental childhood sexual beating.
And now Jack's off by planning all day beer
with me.
Rebels without a cause with secretions of
foreign services in they draws from creating daily
additions and deletions. Meanwhile you suffer
from spiritual depletion and lack of 360 degree
completion. And just to demonstrate their
unquestioned authoritative talent, they pay you
by the hour. You ain't even worth being paid by
the day. You expect invested paid vacation
in the 20th century slave invasions. You ain't
even on their list of to-do's. You see, they
got other plans for the trickery they use like
reconstructing major freeways to see how many
times during the course of a weekday they can
intentionally invent two-hour transit delays.
It's 1055 and you supposed to go eat but your
body ain't said you was hungry yet.
But you see this is the only opportunity you're
gonna get. So you force down the dangers of
processed goods prepared by strangers. A
physical meal engulfed against your mental will setting
your spiritual balance off just a little bit
more to the left. The effective processing of nutrients
will not take place because the bullshit you
just said to your face was self-inflicted
against the
laws of nature. The sun has not yet reached its
apex. It's not yet noon. You've eaten too soon.
From whence shall you harvest the energy that
your physical needs to digest the minerals
upon which your physical feed. Bend over.
Square up your shoulders. Place your palms
firmly around
your ankles. You can tighten up your shackles.
Change the time. Damn, it's 1159. In less than
50 seconds you'll be late. So I guess this
asshole will have to wait because see now the
tock and the
tick wrapped around your wrist is weighing down
the once highly held fist which when held at just
the right altitude could be used to knock the
shit out of your boss with the attitude highly pissed
so-called master mad because you didn't return
from lunch two minutes back an explanation is
insubordination sub meaning under ordinance
meaning order meaning you are under the order
or authority of another under another in
importance and range yet when they pass out paychecks
your spirit must be frozen from the inhumane
internal Celsius temperatures befitting those
of cable or ancestry long thin noses and long
thin head fur to aid in the water off the northern
coast this whip don't seem to be getting your
attention so here's a slap in the face and
another and another and another no turning of
the other cheek this time to ration out the pain
nigga what's your name boy tell me stop by the
mailbox on the way home
view electricity water telephone give all the
funds you've been issued right back
listen listen in the air reach the sound of a
whistle you see checkbook balances are merely
numbers of tangible dollars never touched or
seen manipulation of symbols and figures
foundation of new millennium order for the
niggas mental dependence for physical
sustenance is few
times no longer no longer can we claim titles
as children of the Nile if we will not absorb the
energy from its waters spiritual livelihood is
no good in environments where you are misunderstood
the choices to be made are obvious because your
guidance is omnipotent
but we continue this cycle of exploitation and
heedless disregard we will find even more
difficult that which already seems your spirit
is alive your spirit is
alive rise from your knees stand up walk erect
find your own picture back in the sunshine after
the rain in the cycles worth the change urine
is to be wasted not monitored
lemonade sweet and sour black salt power for
you my tribe and ice cold vibe with the rhymes of
prime time peace
I'm in the love of the all the all's love is a means
I'm a part of the all the all is a part of me I
can't succeed as a part of the all
and fail as an individual I can be all that I
wish in the all as long as my wish is to stay
in the
all I'm never alone the all is I am the all can
I can the all does I do why do
can we turn that up a little bit all right um
yo the spell of Shaitan is so strong so strong
to break the chains because a universal conspiracy
though here is easy whether they exist eternal
bliss materialist mind plays tricks so who is
this betray your mind ego sweetest thing you
don't need to heed the mind grow all the money
in the
world can elevate the soul of the melon and
beat God don't say he wasn't told
old news favorite slave of Slavic all over the
world the language
do I bet more of the nation of gods on this earth
sometimes will begin you know he refers to
Shaitan he has to try again get time
then spirituals to attend so fuck the body of
things with dreams and other things that in the
deck betray the devil as a keeper of Disrespect
but religion is another form of taking a guess
until he can't be resurrected so what's going
on like this
but really this is no they feel the pain it
seems to range the cleaning up like we be games
in our
minds because they illusions and they can't be
as in a final what you want to do I can tell
you all
I want is my soul
but he won't even see my ethos there's
because you see no truth in this so uh I'm
gonna watch my back because you might just be the
Judas you got guns my niggas come again it's
time to ascend like we'll stop from ohama out
I'm in
what did you see you can't see me on your tv 3d
that's how I come to the degree but uh
say what you act like you don't understand but
see they take away your rights a little that
you had
no concentration can't compensate while you're
trying to demonstrate that you need money say
whose place is on the dollar bill how if you
won't live your growth done it since the time
we desire
money you will order disintegrating you'll be
embraced now how can someone want this world way
Baby, I don't want to be here Baby, I don't
want to be here
Baby, I don't want to be here
These truths have as well an issue for fear
Return as you want to own
Ask the questions while you never know the
answer to them
Yo, to break the spell of the vice
Then I'm talking to Brad, Ty, and Cam
Who tries to be the speed of the TV cycles they
put you in
Between the nights and I want this to be like
The truth is right, the breeze come out at night
During the daytime, the melons bright
And they be out to catch them, and not the
mental capture
Cause this be the rapture, you the genie, I'm
the master
It's what they say every day, between the craze days
And we're with gamma rays, and the chakras, ayahuasca
Nah, beam me up, Goddy
Well, yes, because I know my mother miss me
We be black, we of this soul we possess
I need to instruct, so we can be nothing less
And if you six, six, six, these are repeated
Six, six, six, meet us defeated
Because I can, I'm original, original, oh
Cause that's a nine, nine, nine, infinite
Open your mind, dealing with the rhythm of text
Time goes a clock, there's no doubt
Time is running out, about, face
We start dealing with great thoughts
The year 2000, they seem to burn anyway
And it's factual, actually, we have a choice
A voice that speaks inside your head
Trying to wake the dead with the ringing in
your ear
But if I told you we're dead
Then you would be spooked out with fear
We face the ultimate test
As each man and woman
Cross the threshold of the box
So I'm simulating minds, manipulating rhymes
To see the parts of the name that I tell the structure
Because I'm new here, a new being
Seeing the art, so I can see
Fasten my fantasy image, or reality
That is the question I put my arm
Writing my words, hunting for the place
It's fun, it's what I have
Telling us when I'm through, running at
A function made by fascists or Dracics
Keys to technology, truth we black for me
This is the use of strength, which is one
From myself to my tongue, of my physical
That's how happy the virtual is
You know that you don't see me in insight
So fight to get you right for more dead presidents
What I write tastes like, like Canada's pie
But why, good question
Listen to yourself and find the answer
A chance to end the trauma we have been dismissed
Because we picked the greatest time to search
your lips
Against that delivered tip
Preparing for the revolution
This is not pollution, the pollution's transcending
What's pretending? Everything's okay
Recurrently taken away
Self-expression won't outplay you once
Living day to day in credit
And a chip in the hand
Uncle Sam, God damn, from day one
Before Tommy Gunn on the camera
And how he, the child of Eloy, must drop to be
Filled with equality, trampled with tea and love
Trying to resist in the sun
But earthly things, they don't appeal
So tell me what's real
If you don't know, I guess
And I always met it now, then with my vortex
Just knew it all had got you back
So now you ask
Yo, it's all just a test
It's all just a test
Testing one, two
It's all just a test of time
And sun rays hailed us, the planet we all
Everything that we own and doors others be told
Fly with me to the place where we all will be
In spiritualizing our planet G
Trapped in the body where I was placed
I'm called by a name that doesn't mask your face
And this universe is called the way
The galaxy, A-Long, and who I be
I remember only if you told me
Cause I do believe instead of knowing
It's up for me to be going
Who am I? No, not the name, shall we?
A matter of the words, self-expression, not necessary
Cause I'm permanently buried
Is it the blimp do to the one called wife
That I wear my hair straight, stripping, trying
to be
Right and dead black
Jesus Christ, I say to you, am I dealing with facts?
That is exactly what prayers say
Maybe I should just cling to reality
Who do we let them speak about and insist
It don't need to pig, it's frozen under the kiss
When the bat hits, it was the seventh day I've
been hit
When they don't worry about all that thorns, my
big question
Am I supposed to question God, kid?
Don't look at me crazy cause the eyes stuck
Ayo, is the creature right? Is it exact?
Shit seems like a big fashion show
I have to bang y'all, I'm about to go
Time for dreams to appear
5, 4, 3, 2,
I should've taken you to a place where we all
could talk
Cause I'm peacefully cervelled at the plain of being
I should've went to the club,
It all seems like one big mystery, but my
brother rediscovered our identities, the highest
room to the third degree.
In a house of blocks, we have the key, but the
problem is we forgot.
Our spirituality, it's non-existent.
To the point where our soul, it has no resistance.
My soul overturns, and then it asks me why.
My comfort keeps rolling.
My, my.
Another question that has an answer.
Everything's true that wasn't taught by the one
who catches cancer from the sun.
I isn't the one overstating.
No more individuality.
I'm in the light of the sun.