Lord!
This Spear, huh!
Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Nyabinghi
Man a Mau Mau Warrior
This spear, eh
Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya
Despair, hey
Ayatollah, Idi Amin, Mennelek
Man a Masai Warrior
This spear, eh
Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya
Despair
Like burning spear and such and such before me
Who all fought for the cause and
This Spear, eh
Enforcing all the laws and
The Master and the Masses
One has power, The other one lacks it
Guns are power
Controlled by assets, Owned by financial forecasters
Who are the Masters? They are the Gangsters
They are the bankers, the ones who tax us
The Masses, they are us
The sheep, the people, divided in classes
I go off like a Shi'ite bomb
And all y'all see I'm on my
War paint on my face, shit
My nine millimeter on my waist
I'm a problem, shoot up your place shit
Let a few go, then I get low, blazing Haze again
The Masters, the Wall Street War Chiefs
The Elitists Groups
The Masses, they pray to Jesus
Saying he will see us through
The Masters are the aristocratic
The Masses ask if the Most High is on His way here
I'm trying to stay clear
My mind is my modern day Spear
Hey
I say
This Spear, huh!
Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a Gideon
Man a Mau Mau Warrior
Despair, eh
Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya
This Spear, hey
Through the hands of time and cruel men
It has slew more than a billion
Despair, eh
It keep on suppressing the humble man's opinion
This land of the Swiss cheese
When the fifth squeeze, misled
The media misleads
Scares you to the point where you miss sleep
With that said
This lead with this Ruger
And that shooter, sub-machine gun
Ratta tat through you, copper tops
Hollow points will do ya something bad, our future
Is misled
Three strikes
There's no school when a teacher strikes
This economy, this monopoly
Get no job, just own your property
Now it's back to what comes natural
Must survive any how you have to
Despair, Desperation
But I have no fear when I hold This Spear
Make some boy know me nah smile
Cause this spear nah beg friends
Man a run racket
Man a run scheme
Man a run race
Man a run down Benz
Can't trust a she nor he nor we nor I
In a contact lense
Man a run from police
And a run down wealth
And dollars and nah make sense
So
Rise up to my defense
Hollow pointed is my preference
Should have been deterred, don't know what you heard
Get referred by the wrong reference
When this spear start dispense
It a fly and a tear through fence
Dismember your members and all of your limbs
Body bust in enough segments
Well
Man a run drugs, man a run risk
Man all a run out a time and ends
Man a run up and down, and a run fi dem life
And a run down this month rent
Nutin' nah go a yard, and food the a road
Then man have to go touch pavement
Despair was a tool, that was used to enslave man
And make manservant
Escape from Despair and Desperation
Becomes more urgent
Mankind needs to cleanse and wash out dem soul
With spiritual detergent
A distant army, a distant relative
Controlling the circumference
And any man move with no permission
They're feeling the circumstance of
This Spear, hey
Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a, eh
Man a Mau Mau Warrior
Despair, eh!
Fear of your recession and depression can't tarry ya
This Spear, hey
Inner city youth dem rise it up disguised as AK-47
This Spear, eh!
And anytime them clap it up the whole city level
This Spear
Like Burning Spear
And such and such before I
Who all fought for the cause and
This Spear, eh!
They can't ignore me
No!
What do you think of Africa?
Africa, Africa
Ha ha ha, Africa
Just, just the mention of it
Just the mention of it, man
It's like you call me name, man
Well you know Africa is motherland
And Africa is were we rightfully belong
And that's were I want to be
