Written and recorded in 4 hours while Mista Min flew in from Germany
lyrics
You stinking old man, you think you know man? Your blinking show them, that you don't know than...
On the path we on to the pantheon, strapped up for that ambiance
You stinking old man, you think you know man? Your blinking show them, that you don't know than...
On the path we on to the pantheon, who are you to talk back to God?
Yea, what you know "B"? You don't know these, simple facts dog. Teach em' all y'all, let'em all call, bring'em all those democratic converters, demographic observers. Telling we who we be; negro, Latino and Chinese. People in assembly please, we just I, I be I, please let me clarify, amplify, redefine the divine, simplify...? Ain't no way you can do that "B" in your stupidity. Futility, futile man, you don't understand these feudal clans, waging war in foreign lands. Oil and sand, evolution, gay is the next man... restitution to African's. Institutions don't understand we rape all the lands and take all we can; don't play this to the Klu Klux Klan, as they cluck like ducks and say the spears we chuck... as we where Chinese-chucks!!!
Excuse me if I seem insincere,
I promise every word was written to be here,
So we see clear, we fear God above reefer,
Speak a proverb over those who loath the Easter,
How can you deny the sovereign God in Babylon?
The capstone rejected still will crush those that babble on,
The cattle throng follows wrong logic , add along
The fact that the product is a sad attack at the throne,
Watch it, dawg,
Your hands tamper with the plans that are gifts
And turn straight paths to labyrinths
You said your name
But qualified it with adjectives,
God said his-- And called the quiet to answer it
credits
from Apocrypha,
track released April 28, 2012
Produced by Mista Min,
Written by Cody Miles and Mista Min
Mixed and Mastered by Skeli