Canibus, K-Solo, Science, Mali The Great , Born Sun - Master Builders lyrics

They set us up, feet to the fire
I tell 'em all time is requirement
When we come out the other side they quiet
We escape from a ship hull worse than Gitmo
Man, I'd rather eat pinto beans in a Pinto
In Monte Negro I'm Jackie
Gleason's spoke with Jimbo
My flatulence force gringos to
Open they windows
Kevin Maddison, Wolfgang Samson
The harvester of the other antigens
Sciеntists call astaxanthin
Something to eat, take it bеneath 40 feet
To the coral reef, but black people don't see
That's why we beef
We speak through our minds
The translator turns it into rhymes
But usually, it's different on your side

America was freedom dependant
Citizens created equal descendants
When freedom is threatened
And the evil isn't corrected
What are we left with? We are left with fear
And the fear is so effective we
Could smell it in the air
It's connected, it's like something decrepit
Dying out in the desert
Vultures feed off our collective ineptness
There's more than enough dead
Meat to go around
But they are still aggressive
In their natural element
Because they embody that animal essence
That's why we can't overcome this oppression
Conquistadors label us modern day lepers
And steal all of our treasures
Marginalize is in every economic sector
Forever, that's pressure
So, it's never about no legends
It's about restricting their message
Born Sun brought the Builders together
See 'Door to Door' doesn't
Necessarily mean force
It just means you gotta spread your
Ass cheeks when you cough
Seated at the table opposite God
Between us is a chessboard
I politely excuse myself to record
Excuse me, Lord, 'It was something I ate'
Sodium Glutamate on my plate
The media's fake, they vilify my race
But they're fans
With C logo barcode implants in they hands
I seen 'em in the Metaverse where I hang
A vampire clan, they like to wear skinny
Tight pants i'm not impressed
I thought you were gonna show me your fangs
Blowing my phone, stressing me out
What the fuck now
How I'm supposed to create?
With you running me down, you bugged out
I'ma ride you real hard
'til you sweat like a dog
Without drying you off
Then put your ass back in the barn
Malice support thought I battled Dizaster
With a broke arm and now I can't play my
Guitar for my folk songs
My Elizabeth Winstead lesson
No more boom, boom melon
Very few friends in this music profession
Nas was right, hip hop died
Look at it now, it's balkanized
Then what did they ever offer you guys?
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
What 2022 gonna be like in the summer?
Master Builders, my brother