King Tubby - Armand Hammer

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, cup or chalice, hand 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

Dancers' bodies weave the wires

Basements, arms tired, eight eyes aching

Squealing tires as per the arrangement

Hiding Places was inside my mind’s labyrinths and mazes

Heavy headed shapes 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

Cloud burst before the boom, like quickening in the womb

Quivers coursing through, contortions

I’m at the source, true north, new morning

Sea birds 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 trusted through proven truth, the survivors

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

Aight 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

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