Kinsmen - AllttA, 20 SYL, Mr. J. Medeiros

Tell us what the math is

Judge me like I’m Elvis to the masses

(Chuck D’s devil with the masters)

Or any degree thirds preferred

Burn, Hollywood, burn until all of you learn

Until all of you earn your passes

You want to write a passage you need a right of passage

A rose is just a rose when only seen through colored glasses

Some make the honor roll even though they skipping classes

Ain’t ever gonna blow unless you see a roll of cash

Or be a brown nose (do you sniff or kiss ass?)

This is how it goes unless you beat a different drum

Watch me beat you with these drums mother fucker whiplash

I don’t normally use fuck but I had to write this

I don’t usually give ones for the self-righteous

I’d rather confuse them to try and enlighten

Cus in their own way they’ve all abused us with silence

Now are you listening then turn about face

If it ain’t about religion its about race

And if you ain’t up on your shit then it’s about chase

They wanna run you till you quit it ain’t about race

Guess I’m an alternative christian

Cus I ain’t tryna alter natives to be christian

Offering no ultimatum to be christened

I’m saying we’re all AllttA mate are you listening

African kinsman traveling inland

Maybe after millions of years of being fish man

Maybe after millions of years we’d coexist and

Act like we’re listening man are you listening?

Let’s take it back to this rap and my skin tan

I’m saying pigment fact or a figment

Now let’s take back to when none of that existed

Now let’s take it back to something that Rakim said

It ain’t where you from it’s where you at

That’s if you see yourself clearly on the map

Now are you listening then turn about face

If it ain’t about religion its about race

And if you ain’t up on your shit then it’s about chase

They wanna run you till you quit it ain’t about race