King Tubby

We still talkin' about slavery But these are my proof to show you that slavery helped Yeah, I've got the seventh seal in my hand Still waiting on that commencement speech invitiation Cash strapped HBCU, but I'll take it Plagiarized "This Is Water" No Foster Wallace, but I'll fake it, I'll fake it Makeshift, transubstantiation, cupped the chalice, hands shaking Pac blood, one sip, a rapper could beat all his cases In this side-scrolling, 8-bit bullet hell, I'm patient Graceful as third generation bomb makers Dancin' spiders weave the wires in basements, arms tired, eight eyes aching Squealing tires as per the arrangement Hiding Places was inside my mind's labyrinths and mazes Heavy headed sheikhs who live in crawlspaces Lord knows, it's hard being famous Flip phone Pan-Africans call home on occasion Sounding happier, sounding like sincere I sincerely hope Cape Town riddle your Acura Mandrax under the front passenger Deus Ex Machina every chapter I glow in the dark, half-life under weighted blankets Fucking on cold nights Lead pipe banging, waves of x-ray scanning Catch a body after tampering with the body camera It's a cancer It's a mass in the abdomen, it's a tuned mass damper Old man Barnum, super scammers Tamarind daiquiri, no tough guy, I'm a dandy No bam in the backwood, color of brandy Acrid, greed, banana and ackee King Tubby, wherever I'm at, that's the hit factory Russian waters, liquid borders Meet me at the shore, address me as your lord I'm with death, flipping quarters Grilling swordfish on the back of a black orca Opening the records, 180 gram warping Four fingers on the lazy Susan Breathless detail, what my house of the moon meant First drape the cruel lens Player's jurisprudence Naked underneath, save for the Ruger A real boofer, rumor Boy with the red balloon drifting toward a new Earth Cloudburst before the boom, like quickening in the womb Quivers coursing through, contortions I'm at the source, true north, new morning Seabirds and jetsam What I needed and a little bit extra Yep, yep, I seen it, shiny chrome dipped in polish Handsome gun, a mnemonic picture so you frame the logic Your mind the greatest weapon, but your heart the biggest target Marksman, I devour from the lands of time forgotten Power, power, power, on the minds of those without it Cowards in high places refute this world is ours Flowers from misguided recruits, the light rerouted I watch Ms. Rogers splayed on the stoop and cry for hours They liars, only trust that can 'prove, when the truth is a virus I'm giant, I'm giant, no weapon formed shall triumph They left us out to dry, I recombined like I designed it Reclining with the lions, like the coyote overcome the donkey Raised on self-reliance when Jah didn't provide enough Scratching and surviving, shooting tight for months Maybe greed, maybe not, when I see Zion Aquarius moon, the various roots consume Ritual smoke fumed above the tomb Ain't no white witch bitch here on nobody broom A'ight then, boom We tarry for whom, scarab bearer blooms In the ruins feeling tender, render me unctuous Ain't no telling where I might end up Entombed, a living artifact, far from yours Drums or horns or harpsichords Distant form upon horizon You can try, but if the heart denies, find silence Glad tidings I tell you, see, I wanna get in Help