Truth Universal - Path of Least Resistance Lyrics
Verse IWe start the ceremony with the ancestors honoredPoor libation call a name… Khalid Abdul MuhammadRhyme producer, Mansa Musa Mali type IslamicFixated on liberation, I start with economicsForeign Native, Domestic Dignitary…It’s like I keep a Molotov inside an unabridged dictionaryHollowed out. My map coordinates are in the southAfter political education classes, followed outBy undercovers, who target numbers of usWho strive to civilize all in the family like Sally StruthersI see the world with these bookings I gotThen it’s back to the home of the crookedest copsAnd we train for when we clash with they conniving assBut keep that off the record like I took defensive driving classThis that Middle Passage sonically personifiedShould be obvious my motivation ain’t no dollar signsTake a picture Brother…’cuz we the revolutionaries…26.2 marathon distance(long run)Full reward, never took the path of least resistanceOver a decade and I remain smashing itAnnoyed with the nonsene, still I stay passionateVerse IIBlack ,musical commodity exploited to the last grandIt ain’t traditional w/o a guitar or brass band (they say)Guerrilla rap, Unconventional anomalyI’m not included in the y bogus cultural economyComedy for pale faces to define my (culture) normsyou some exploitative thieves, in addition misinformedswarm of locusts, power brokers, gate keeperscorporate job holders, music snobs, , late sleepersrhymes get spoken over beats that break speakersclassic graff tag strokers donned in some great sneakersdjembe to mpc60, asking who crates deepercultural laborer, but low wage reeperI contemplate, then create, rehearse, rock and get paidNo compensation, then abort the mission (like) Roe Vs. Wadethis that middle passage progression sonically personifieddon’t understand? then to touch my culture you ain’t qualifiedTake a picture Sister…’cuz we the revolutionaries…26.2 marathon distance(long run)Full reward, never took the path of least resistanceOver a decade and I remain smashing itAnnoyed with the bs, still I stay passionateVerse IIILife give me lemons, I add ginger and makeIf this on the radio, then that DJ renegadeWhere, rocks get swallowed as a part of the sportWhile running from police, thank you Oliver NorthI’m from that Reagan era, working people degradationPrivatization, social spending cuts, Deregulationwhether you sittin' takin notes sober and makin' correlationsor gettin' rid of trees like amazon deforestationyou hear the indignation that's an indicationno form of intimidation gon stop this liberationlike the hammer banged on the bullet's center indentationgunnin’ for the innocent incarcerated vindicationfree albert woodfox, free herman Wallace y’allfree sundiata acoli really, free 'em allpraise the lord, and pass the ammunition—make it clap!Stay busting, disgusting, revolting with the rap***This that middle passage progression sonically personifiedAnd for loving my people, I don’t apologize!!******Take a picture y’all, ‘cuz we the revolutionaries***
