Lyrics Cosmos - Melanin 9

Cosmos

I write with jins drag’n my pen
Project horrific scenes captured in a stem
Of war chapters from the malice of men
Leaking abdomens
Sharp daggers from mandems that handle em
Stiff mannequin grip hammers & piss paraffin
With idol peers lit idols with spirals in their hair
Spill rivals & fill viles of beer
That’s the block though drunk over Sauvignon Blanc
Doze so watch kilos cop feed the block on the rock so
Some line hearses spin the tape back to write verses
Horizontal lines on the iron surface
Spines burst through a bias purpose
Like the virus in the churches
Bodies spit 9's & hide the burners
Forensic ties to a violent murder
Lines tapped over rulership pine bats by the latch of a fugitive
Flights back with a batch in a uterus
Abusive kids chrome plated tooth wearing blue like a ruthless Crip
Tried to school him with some truth in his foolishness
Think about how many brothers we lost
All they talk is finding brothers who shot
Tie em up & put a 9 to his knot
Me it bothers cause I know he’s in it for drama
Living for respect deaths gonna get him with karma
So I spoke to em the science of that move needs improving
Plus they know where ya mum lives & how you moving
Know he heard but the words I chose didn’t move him
The loss of self in exchange for power & illusions
His repercussions are parallel to my solution
I think I’m gonna lose him
Hook: X2
I’m a self permeated through a perished organism
Grappling the truths root but getting stung by the symptom
I’m a shadow of a prophet pen stroked in the cosmos
Mimicking the God scroll pivot in the cross roads
My minds a rough draft Of Allah’s **
Spill on villains with tough hearts
The extension of my body’s a pillar
Blood is Bomene (?), eyes of Bobby Seale
Copper tone puff chrome some bodies spill
Prophets are killed hit the projects in Brazil
Hoods flooded with clinics
Plans of eradicating the black race through eugenics
While the rest of us occupy the space in the prisons
Bleeding on the suede floor we came for our own vision
Mum’s hate me cause I wasn’t handsome
Too black for mother to call me grandson left me abandon
With dreams of expanding even
If it means blowing a couple hollows at mandem
Hold em at ransom
Cause I was past nothing to inherit
But the scourd memories I embellish from every spar melee on my terrace
Labelled dishelic (Dyslexic) Tryna tell us we can’t read
Sterilizing our youth and had us hanging from palm trees
But now we blast free leaving a part of your cartilage in a car seat
Screw a nigga down when he pass me
See we the last breed without balance and force
Amorites conspiring to silence Malachi York
He taught how to invert the Earth’s elements before the convergence
Of German regiments in the purpose of melanin giving birth to medicine
We studied the first serpents (?) specimen
Mixed between the curse of intelligence
To the words of the president convert murders & circle in tenements
Illegal works that further their measurement
And spread racial genocide without violence
Victimized by psychological crimes in my environment
Was never taught how we fought pirates
To the Zodiac born in times this so 24 in my line-age (Lineage)
And studied the real meaning behind it
To embrace what I’m inline with
Hook:
I’m a self permeated through a perished organism
Grappling the truths root but getting stung by the symptom
I’m a shadow of a prophet pen stroked in the cosmos
Mimicking the God scroll pivot in the cross roads
«One more time baby!»
(not in Lyric or song)
I’m a self permeated through a perished organism
Grappling the truths root but getting stung by the symptom
I’m a shadow of a prophet pen stroked in the cosmos
Mimicking the God scroll pivot in the cross roads