Blood of Abraham - Velvet Glove, Iron Fist lyrics

Concentration, Contemplation
Concentration, Contemplation
Concentration, Contemplation
Spiritually, mentally, and physically

Uh when I run up on an average motherfucker
He cannot begin to comprehend the level
Of this type of slang
Way beyond his reach, like a
Zenith, like a peak, that
You know you cannot climb it
Mission accomplished, next assignment
You need alignment and some refinement
Go and look for self and don't
Come back until you find it
Many die before they know just who they are
You got a wife that’s not in love
With you but honey loves your car
And all the diamonds and the
Things you got for her
You got what you deserve


And now it's time to serve (serve)
The head upon the earth (earth)
You know the truth can hurt (hurt)
More than giving birth
It's time to take a long hart look (look)
At exactly where you stand, you got
One foot in the concrete and
The other stuck in sand
You’re not going anywhere, anytime soon
The number one reason is the ego like balloon
You're not going anywhere, yo, anytime soon

Velvet Glove that you love, obey, and trust
Then an Iron Fist
That comes along and then you're crushed
Into reality why's it you felt deceived?
That they got you - spiritually, mentally
And physically

I realise God works in mysterious ways
From time to time I get a crew
To get through in a phase
To listen to my inner submission
My gut feelin' the world's so trying and
The world's so revealing
At a young age, hit the stage, media blitz
America bites the young, take a swallow
Then it shit's
On everyone it can, Filipino, black, to Cuban
And all of son of man getting
Crushed by son of Uncle Sam

Damn, huh days go on and on
Dreams evaporating like the water on the lawn
I think I'm overdrawn
I’m living way beyond my means
A day late, a dollar short
Is always how it seems


Levitatin’ like a pebble on a pond
I've got the knack for rising up above
I’ll never be a pawn
That can be manipulated
I'll do all manipulating
To call this shit original would
Be an understatement of the
Third degree, ya not better than me, so why
Don't you listen to me and, ah
Stop trynna do me 'Cause you never ever win
With your tricks and wicked ways
Stage, phase, labyrinth in a maze
You’re stuck in all of them
At once and simultaneously dying
Peace to Bob, original lion Zion
From the mountain tops all the way to
Like a Hiroshima Nagasaki bomb
We stop the clock

Velvet Glove that you love, obey, and trust
Then an Iron Fist
That comes along and then you're crushed
Into reality why's it you felt deceived?
That they got you - spiritually, mentally
And physically

From Toronto to Victoria
New York and California
Everything in between
Pay attention all you fiends
An open letter, from the Abraham regime
It's all turned to shine now
So get the sun screen yo we're raising
The salaries of gods we don't trust
We're burning, more calories than ABFlex Plus
Don't you ever rush
(Mazik Remember patience is a Virtue)
The Blood is penetrating into
Every last tissue call your next of kin
Yeah we turn mice to men make everything Zen
A dead man walking like Sean Pen
Well I'll be suckling on Mother Earth's tit's
You're lactose intolerant, and ignorant
And still can't handle
Any of it, talking that shit
Dreamin' like a sucker on the street
'bout the house you'll never get
Any of it, talking that shit
Dreamin' like a sucker on the street
'bout the ins you'll never get

Damn, huh days go on and on
Dreams evaporating like the water on the lawn
I think I'm overdrawn
I'm living way beyond my means
A day late, a dollar short
Is always how it seems

And just a velvet Glove
That you love, obey, and trust
Then an Iron Fist
That comes along and then you're crushed
Into reality why's it you felt deceived?
That they got you - spiritually, mentally
And physically

And physically
Spiritually, mentally, and physically

This black Madonna fortifies us
She make us strong
She gives us the bitter or tonifying aspect
So we have sweet, we have sour, which is our
Our gathering
We have salty, which is salt-like
We have bitter, which is tonifying uh
There are sweet, sour, salty, bitter, pungent
Uh, I think that's all five of them
So, the black Madonna, and seer, um
Gives us the aspects that
Help us differentiate between taste, it'self