Painted Scripture

We speaking scripture
We speaking scripture
Entering the realms
We speaking scripture
The dark realm
Taking over bringing that rawness yo
First and Last
We're going to war
We paint scripture
We're taking them to war sun
One time
We're going to war
Drowning in the desolate dirty dank depths
Making moves in buildings dusty dutty rank steps
Banks cheques clear faster than rotten beef
Men who kill to eat munch a mouldy piece of pie with rotten teeth
Besotten sheikhs
Married to the cotton streets
Cotton money
Talcum powder
Dynasties
Hierarchies
Slug slither through marquees at parties
**** is organised play gambits
We're masked bandits
Ducking like piranhas out of Transits
Spread knowledge like acid butter disintegrating bread
Spray education for forsaken brothers
Covers topics that intimidates feds
Makes may people resemble my dreads
Step inside a temple and thread
The future of the fibre of what every prophet stood for and said
Mothered by dread
Covered in red sweat and memories
That transform to similes I spray at your brain
I speak words that penetrate solo drops of rain
Ripping all the hydrogen out
Leaving nothing but O's
Oxygen inhaled fast as Jet Li in Hero
Makes men pronounce my name Apex Zero
Top of they lungs
Grabbing my suns
Climbing up with spiritual rungs
Constantly stung by drama
Arrows that can't be blocked by no armour
God gave Moses plagues
The devil gave me rage
Now the God inside of me is moulding it into a blade
Fighting the battle that's His
I don't ask the Most High to put a smile on my face
I ask for the strength to put a smile on his
I'm the opposite of men who sell their souls and their skins
To cop another rock or hit
People think that Gundon isn't poverty stricken
It is here's the proof
I know a brother whose family used to live on a roof
This is the truth that aint told 'cause it's not appealing
If you aint rich you stay trapped below this glass ceiling
So most brothers understand the pain and anger that I'm feeling
I'm feeling because
We speaking scripture
Use the colours of a day in real life
So we don't paint a pleasant picture
Spitting poisoned stones at the temples of our foes
Spitting flows
Ratings blow off the Richter scale
If you Black Brown or your skin tone is pale
Rise up
Let me see your guns fingers fly up
Wile out
Like a man just made your brother shed blood
Red mud covering our struggle is pollution
Here comes the revolution
My knowledge was suppressed and hostage in a world of lies
They didn't let me fly like an ostrich
So I crossed bridges
Experiences turn you hostile
Experiments leave you walking in circles for miles
On this Earth's green fighting over grass
But you're looking to kill the ones who snitch your name
There's some walking 'round with no shame
So we battle on fists clenched
Hip Hop was calling like a bird
And I heard and composed verbs
And as this ball turns
Lessons that we learn get harder
In the name of the Son Ghost
'Cause you never had the father
I'm either hearing great lies through the grapevine
Or certain royals are snorting lines
Whilst others are inside
So how can they define
That governments get a cut of mankind
When they're just masters of legal crime
And every day the sunrises
There's new ideas
And new surprises
And new criseses
There's more than three blind mice
Chasing after the farmers wife
And I'm not one I'm just seeking to find inner peace
I'm just dodging police on a regular basis
And surviving in this urban grind
Records make it hard to get a 5 to 9
But the concrete road's there all the time
And resorting to getting your own funds
Own grade to bun
And go higher into the secular
Be heedful
Not a **** fool
'Cause there's cameras there inspecting us
Going on like their protecting us
They're leaking out gasses
In their weapons of masses
Corrupting existence
So it's time to be vigilant
Or soon we'll be extinct
Or that can happen if the Almighty blinks
And gets fed up of what he thinks
We know a lot but our intelligence is limited
It's prohibited
The explanation the scientists give
Could be fibs
'Cause no one knows why we live or exist
We speaking scripture
Use the colours of a day in real life
So we don't paint a pleasant picture
Spitting poisoned stones at the temples of our foes
Spitting flows
Ratings blow off the Richter scale
If you Black Brown or your skin tone is pale
Rise up
Let me see your guns fingers fly up
Wile out
Like a man just made your brother shed blood
Red mud covering our struggle is pollution
Here comes the revolution
Scripture
Use the colours of a day in real life
So we don't paint a pleasant picture
Spitting poisoned stones at the temples of our foes
Spitting flows
Ratings blow off the Richter scale
If you Black Brown or your skin tone is pale
Rise up
Let me see your guns fingers fly up
Wile out
Like a man just made your brother shed blood
Red mud covering our struggle is pollution
Here comes the revolution