Ayo, high resolution, my eyes keep a tight watch
Sort of like a white shock on the wrist of a bike jock
Climb the high rocks for high spots, why not?
And cattle drive livestock 'til they life stops
Niggas side talk, doubtin' that the wise walk
Straight lines through the forks in the sidewalk
Get your gas mask, light a match, burn candle wax
React fast, keep your hands back
Fuck a Rolex black, the streets is your most valuable time piece
It's over when your second hand is slow to reach your crime piece
Yes, men are 75% of these job niggas alive, 25 keep it grimy
Try me, raw static fill beats and chops by the boatload
The Left is like the Antiques Roadshow
Preserve heat like the tombs in Greece
We break feast in the belly of the beast, you'll see
Now, what I'm supposed to do behind this, man?
Apollo just shitted on this beat, y'all
I mean, like, real talk, my producer, man
Like, for real, check it out, yo
Just imagine a burst of flames
That surround you in every which direction that you start to gaze
Then your flesh burns off and replenishes
Burnin' all over again 'cause you a sinister
It ain't like doin' a 10 to 5
Then you go before your parole board and get a lesser time
This a punishment beyond time
So I suggest that all of you wise up while there's still time
Every man got a purpose and it's all the same
Because the message the prophets taught was all the same
Ain't no need for a guessing game
Because the guidance is right before your eyes if you wanna change
We all fell for the games of the politricks
Worshipin' multiple gods, losin' our consciousness
We in the final countdown, until that day approaches
Just know there's only one God for you to put your focus
Now, honestly
Did y'all think y'all was gon' hear this album
And I wasn't gon' get at y'all?
What, you think the beard and the kufi for nothin'?
Come on, man, get outta here
That's why we The Left, ya heard?
