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I'm the Phoenix rising from an ashtray somewhere in Arizona
without Flavor Flav's lighter and the crack aroma
It's Sankofa, the name striking fear into hearts whenever a mic is near
spitting a brand of truth that some wouldn't like to hear
summoning plights of years, peers studying up, running amok
plus tons of tongues'll adjust, thrust force thunderous-what
must scorch ears until my name's embedded within your soul
the binge is cold, a singing Interpol on Ninja Scrolls
from grins of old to cheshire sets of razor teeth
smooth beats relieve stress, lost within the day's debris
amazingly, still rocking the capabilities and stretching the bar
'cause raising it was never enough, I sever repetitive barbs
my verse takes a journey, so better let it embark
your first lieutenant is scarred with a verse from my venomous heart
Indie Pennant to start, then Obese America became the home
Fort Wayne, Indiana the zone
full of talented rappers, dancers, DJs and graf cats
step on stage with that weak stuff, you're getting laughed at
I'm tending to thinking with Venomous Ink, Creative Devil Kids play
racing on river greenways, cops catching dismay
I'd hit that, but somebody already did with the ugly stick
So sit back, designing a rime divided with loveliness
from ruffians to other kids suffering, none are tougher than
this city of mine, insidious blueprints loose within the truth's whims
what some are talking live, talking much about nothing
huffing and puffing, loving an oven of controversy
I make the bomb and burst free
create a song to search deep, far and wide beyond the earth's keep
part of the cartilage deteriorating
part of the cartilage deteriorating, superior theory deflating
you won't hear me abating, more like your ear I'm invading
hearing the sadist say this sickness over the playlist, Sankofa debases
basic mindstates over a post-apocalyptic wasted tri-state
I lace the right breaks with a liquid phrase supplied straight
take pupils into class, spitting raps to make them dilate
whether ghillie or traditional holes, I'm ripping the flows
leaving the wicked exposed ridiculous prose, meticulous sick and it shows
quick to dispose of rappers acting like they're the end all, be all
when the fact is, their impact factor's in a free fall
star 69 damaged goods factory phone time-recall
and actions speak louder than hospital bills y'all
vindictive people and the victim games they play
they claim it's different, but it's the same charade, hey
a mean variation on a theme, whether old or a teen
determined to keep grudges close instead of holding a dream
and that's sad, but some people need the negative motivation
keeping scorecards of sonnings and who got the boast contagions
I rime to the click of a thermostat, taking the track and burning it black
making a packed sternum collapse, murderous jabs
stabs in the dark



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