Music produced by Yondo, lyrics written and performed by Izreal.
lyrics
Know it all, that’s my journey, never my title,
Earnin’ without usin’ my fists or fuckin’ rifle,
I’m that philosopher king, know I run this thing,
Got the heart and the brain and the brawn inside me,
Just tryin’ to be a higher breed, reach levels elevated,
Came from that house of Vadar, but other side like Luke did,
Lukewarm waters we wade through, tryin’ to make our cash move,
Dash soon before the Federales grind up your groove,
Swimmin’ through oceans of emotions,
Feel it all like Hercules in that river of death,
I’m after my Meg, gotta get the damsel ‘fore her last breath,
So of course I’m stressed, but it’s nothin cause I press
Forward, go hard like prison courtyards,
Go far, gotta reach the stratosphere before I croak,
I’m that bloke who's tokes good, every line a quote,
Move like I got a cloak on, phantom of the hip-hop opera,
Society path or socio-path,
That’s the choice we face, add up the math,
Subtract from those who divide, then multiply your past,
Get your new voice shown, are a man or a boy crying on the way home?
Orchestrate the masses like an Earthquake disaster,
Shake off the nonsense and plot out of the pasture,
Don’t get your guidance strictly from the pastors,
Training and gaining ‘till I get that title of master,
Kids raised on warporn, your call of duty is a bestseller,
Shooting strangers for Uncle Sam, (It’s cool to be a sniper!)
Since when was killing cool? You think taking lives make you rule?
What a pussy, shows how cowardly you militant’s be,
While you walk in the fuckin footsteps of giants,
I be out blazing new paths around ‘em in defiance,
Smokin’ magic rapid, got a method like science,
Never tepid or in compliance of that unjust violence,
From that place of unbalance, liberty and concealed handguns,
Been so cold that my soul froze solid,
Raised around rednecks, hippies and townies,
Section 8, food stamps, food markets and eighths,
Plastic in every form, where’s reality’s crack?
We got artificial kids raised on Similac,
Used to quackin’ for protection like AFLAC,
And most don’t cope, just get the Tec and snap!
Dare I say it?
D.A.R.E. didn’t do shit ‘cept daring us to do it,
Now most pop perc’s and flashback to 7th grade
Lectures that told you weed was evil it’d make you fade,
But clearly they were lying, so your mind was made,
So now you sippin’ potions put your brain on parade,
Thinkin’ like mannn I knew that was a trick to get me caged,
But a step back would have you realize you’re wasting away,
Aged and in decay, addicted and laying in a haze,
Is that the direction you wanna attempt man?
Caring about nothing, slumpin’ in a swamp discussin disgust
Like it don’t matter to you anymore, life flipped on it’s axis,
You only blame everyone, never yourself,
It’s a cycle I’ve seen fools locked in, despite their health,
Despite their family shrieking at them telling them to untie the belt,
It’s hell, and most don’t have to go that route,
Strategize, create, plot, act and then relax,
Command your clan, get yours and then give back,
I’m just tryin’ build my Kallipolis,
Tokin’ on the thistle, quick to reach bliss,
Serendipity got me my risky wings,
Flying like birds that don’t believe in kings,
I’m free, humble like a bumblebee,
Just doin’ my work for the hive, livin’ merrily,
Barely can see off this cali tree,
Barely can believe I’m where I be,
Barely can reach higher than me,
Barely made it in the academy of Socrates,
But I did,
So I live,
Philosopher King,
Think then sting.
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