Akua Naru - Rhyme-Writer's High lyrics

(There ain't no power, no power
No power on this Earth)
(To ever, oh, oh Lord)
(Ooh baby)  Uh, Akua Naru
(Ooh baby) The midwife
Baby sister to the world
(Ooh baby) We're coming to the
End of this journey
(My baby) And we find, actually
We're just the beginning
(Ooh baby) The Journey Aflame
(Ooh baby) Is a labor of love
(Ooh baby) Words, soul, spirit, blood, bones
(My baby) Inspired by the rhyme-writer's high

Yo, can't take the credit for the verse alone
The poem expelled the moment I'm
Released from the zone (Hey, hey)
Blood and bones on the page
My muse an old slave on the other side
Dyin' to compensate for her


Centuries in chains
Whisper the ways to move my pen, I black out
Journey within
Return with a metaphor to burn your skin hot
(Hey, hey) rock the stage
Leave the crowd James Brown-type amazed
Till I'm back again, grab the pen
Callin' for Mary-Jane
Take a hit of the passion
Right hand dance sporadic
Fiendin' for release, leave my
Mark on napkins, brown paper bags
(Hey, hey) till your ears tattered
Watch the source to walk magic
Born in the thought's attic
Became a song on the album
The hot orgasmic time passes
I forget the atlas tap dance between rounds
Resort to lose balance (Hey, hey)
Write till my fingertips bruised, callused
Palms clap, the true talent
Dramatic as Hugh Jackman
Hold on, the muse writin'

(Ooh baby) I got the rhyme-writer's
High (Uh, huh) , i got the feelin' inside
(Ooh baby) I think that I could
Write a world without drive-bys
(Ooh baby) For
Revolutionaries, truth-tellers
The ancestors left us, after this
(My baby) 'Ku says to grab
Your pen and let's go
(Ooh baby) I got the rhyme-writer's
High (Uh, huh) , i got the feelin' inside
(Ooh baby) I think that I could
Write a world without drive-bys
(Ooh baby) For
Revolutionaries, truth-tellers
The ancestors in a world of drastic measures
(My baby) Better grab your pen and let's go

Yo, no water calm the flame
Ain't sleep or eat in days
Ridin' the wave high since I
Wrote the last page (Hey, hey)
Spirit talkin' up, five in the morning
Callin' my mother
Forcin' her to listen to the verse
I wrote for this recording
Called in a trance romance
Similes at first glance
Like black bodies articulate the
Music through dance (Hey, hey)
Let the pen rant and rave
Each line chant my rage
Sinner or sage, free of cage
Bird singin' my pain
Merge with the lyrical darin'
To punctuate me period
Pray when I reach menopause
The flow still serious (Hey, hey)
Sit tight
I'm walkin' with you offerin' insight
Flavor like young Malcolm rockin'
Zoot suit's with pinstripes
Protagonist's immaculate, midnight
Attack of the windpipe
My pen strike, you know what they end like
(Hey, hey)
Hip-hop's main character, JD salinger
Catcher in the rhyme
High calibre, who the fuck want to challenge?

(Ooh baby) I got the rhyme-writer's
High (Uh, huh) , i got the feelin' inside
(Ooh baby) I think that I could
Write a world without drive-bys
(Ooh baby) For
Revolutionaries, truth-tellers
The ancestors left us, after this
(My baby) 'Ku says to grab
Your pen and let's go
(Ooh baby) I got the rhyme-writer's
High (Uh, huh) , i got the feelin' inside
(Ooh baby) I think that I could
Write a world without drive-bys
(Ooh baby) For
Revolutionaries, truth-tellers
The ancestors in a world of drastic measures
(My baby) Better grab your pen and let's go