Hasan Salaam - Tales of The Lost Tribe lyrics

[Verse 1] I have so much to say but little time to say it Only so long before the reaper comes collecting his payment Unlike most in the game I don't play to be famous It's the message not the messenger I consider it sacred Make love to the pages Tracks give birth to the verse and the crowd, they watch it go through growth stages Without a cutting agent take it back to the basics Taggin on the wall shell toes with fat laces Banging on the lunchroom tables I spit it like I spit it everybody can relate to what pain is I'm lost in this wilderness still wandering aimless No median example to explain what sane is So polish your stainless in this world of anguish Money talks huh better learn to speak that language As corporations fight for product placement on spaceships Paddy wagons scoop us up like makeshift slave ships Sons of Canaan fabricated ways to enslave us Willie Lynch tricknoledgy and degrees of the Masons Black stone shows the origin that Adam was shaped with They stole our birth rights and replaced it with ways of Pagans We're the Sun, Crescent Moon and the Star of David Save the accolades I give Allah all praises When I return to my graces Tomb raiders will search my grave after 7 days and won't find no traces Welcome to the majors where the stakes are dangerous Concrete watercolors fill the chalk on the pavement Same one that builds the schools puts the bars on the cages Ignorance is a disease and its highly contagious So rise up mighty nation like the dawn of creation Put em high and grab hold of a constellation Pour some libation for the word and revelation Allah U Akbar, Ashae, and Amen [Hook] To the Lost Tribe who questions where Allah is Or where Jehovah, Yahweh and Jah is The most highs manifested all around and inside us See its the light that guides us Willie Lynch out to conquer and divide us Amerikkkas making laws to deprive us So take heed this a word to the wisest Out of darkness the Sun of Man rises [Verse 2] Born in modern day Babylon atop of Mt. Sinai Mix of clay and iron like master Farad So recognize God The streets got 1,001 tales like those of Shahrazad Only difference is majority end with the most tragic epilogues Bricks on the block chipping of from the shots of the Kalashnikov Most of our life spent chasing a mirage Fast cars and faster women But this is water in the desert straight from Zamzams well The moral to the stories dead men can't tell To hell we've grown accustomed know it all to well So any glimpse of heaven we rejoice like the birth of Emmanuel I got dreams of being free and raising seeds And I'd die if it means that my brothers would succeed I know its hard to see the forest through all of the trees So whenever the angels call I fall to my knees Listen [Hook] To the Lost Tribe who questions where Allah is Or where Jehovah, Yahweh and Jah is The most highs manifested all around and inside us See its the light that guides us Willie Lynch out to conquer and divide us Amerikkkas making laws to deprive us So take heed this a word to the wisest Out of darkness the Sun of Man rises(x5)