Knowledge of Self (Lord Hakim) Speak in a fine mist the naked 3rd eye couldn’t detect Till it stop, look, listen, observe, learn and respect Lines connect like negative to positive charge God teach science, the orginin of planets and stars Their measurements and weights, the source of earthquakes I don’t debate, the birth of Islam no said date I Stimulate Life And Matter with data through conversation Cuz Proper Education Allows Constant Elevation The first term examination explained the nature of God Given February 20th 1934 Lord H-A-K-I-M I see the science in the above said question number 10 When Blackmen get out they body I feel like Plug One do You niggaz playing God are just some God damn fools (Dom Pachino) What’s the science on my alliance, The God got clients bubbled in different climates to ward off sirens Death defying rap act, soldier with no holster strap Track’m down like low-jack and peel ya cap back Black ya useless, a waste of the original seed I tried ta shoot a jewel at’m but he didn’t take heed Now he ignant, it has nothing to do with his pigment But this, song was intended for God’s descendants Not the deaf, dumb, and blind, mind polluted with swine You dine amongst savages, this magazine gotta knowledge-god package A ratchet for the numb nuts that wanna screw up In a time of divine mind get rid a the swine One love to all my brothers that learned to free they mind (Acknowledge that you are God, and your name will not be anything else)

Brass Knucklez (Vast Aire) I’m Vishnu Allah I’m on my din and so his he that’s Lord Hakim it took a few seconds to draw up the scheme, we the Moorish gods yeah that’s the team We puff the magic to let off steam, like Marcus Garvey these dues are godly, and in another Life I was Rastafri in the life before that wrote the Code of Hammurabi Hey I’m like Cassius clay my queen told me we should mold men into clay Yeah now I’m Muhammad Ali I bob and weave you cannot hit what you can’t see. Yeah I was blessed with the 3 the A, B, C‘s the A to Z’s We look’n for moons that got the cheese when I sneeze I give life to galaxies (Lord Hakim) Niggaz better bob & weave like hod hoes rats in Hair shops Trust me, Its Nigga Saki the second the record drops Got that true Hip Hop like vinyl in record shops Shit, these new school dudes is fake like movie props Easy Hops, you aint tryn ta get ya snot box popped I suggest you muthafuckas kick rocks like beat cops Fam, I lay hands like the man wit seven wounds The square is true, spit sharp from the heart to sever dudes Sample tunes, type ta hack a loop ta death Wit cut & stabs like my lab was the last house on the left A golden era terror blatant skill on wax Bitch I'm sick, I central park jog on a track This is brass knuckle rap, touch cats like spinal tap Bring ya play'n to an end like death in the final act An actual fact it The Sun Of Man show & prove Fuck sum music I live what you listening to (Phizz Ed) You got me twisted like Wesley in two wong foo, yall two wrong dudes steppin to a nigga who will fuck up ya whole crew, what ya’ll the mascots, for the fagots, in ascots, fixen to get that ass moly whopped, nigga please ease back , before you get jack smacked with the same hand that was just on my nut sack, Vast, Lord Hakim and phizzedmusic.com, got you worryin about your mom, face it, she in the basement, wonderin where her face went, niggas is complacent, and they really aint dun shit, I stay hungry like a crack addict, all ways chasin that next hit, no bullshit, that’s why I spit, like a calico, this is 1 shot and I got 99 to go, so hold your head bro, as i bestow, a flurry of flows,for you funny actin rap bitches and you snoot booty negroes, who turn up they nose, some bros. be tatted up, we chat it up , smack you up get to hangin niggas like the klu klux, you dumb shmucks ,u dumb fucks, go on and pluck the strange fruit, I put on my shit kickers before I give wack niggas the boot

Just (I Cee Equality) I tell’m, stop, look, what’s that sound Hakizzle put it down like James Joseph Brown Straight pneumonia with the style, fam I’m just that sick Spit 16s ta split teams, I’m just that shit Now just that quick, bash mics in 3 point 6 Ice pick with the written yo, that’s just my gift Just bag ya broad bro, I’m just that nice Just like that, shits like that if she’s just my type Forget a bout it, ya’ll read about it, I do with ease I’m just cool like that, my rep go back like digable Ps Negro please, I got it slave ship locked You wasn’t spittin nothing hot till you start snitchin ta cops Straight fugazi, style amazing talk like gun in ya mouth Off the hinges like doors when S.W.A.T. run in ya house

Scripturez (Planet Asia) Holy Grail Scripturez, sun dial solar calendar What’s the matter bruh Knowledge respect, reflect the foundation through The All Eye Seeing Its Hell on Earth, but my mental’s in the Caribbean Here’s a bar ta taste, this avatar is 100 percent carbon based About face to Allah’s grace Wisdom in my culture ables me ta travel Universal with equality God I unravel the myth in no amount of time, balance my strength Shoot the gift quick battalion swine This is un-refined power, 100 lines are mine, shower ya grounds 85ers in the crowd cower My soldiers man’n up, step on the battle field Arrived with a shield ta kill, cuz niggaz aint man’n up Asiatic my stats, Military my gats Cemetery you cats, and that’s actual fact (Lord Hakim) Look, listen, observe, learn & respect Lines connect into text, a suplex to the neck Impact is snapped, rap pack wit actual facts Attack tracks wit a death touch, in full contact Close quarter combat, fall back like quarter backs The game is wack, I came ta make it change like laundermats Black, Asiatic, Live Allah's Mathematics Turned dope fiends to Queens, made kings outta addicts Flow full automatic, heavy caliber thought Fully focused high explosives blow ya body apart I embody the art, probably the part closest to heart Emceeing, Supreme Being state of the art Leaven a mark like Holy Scripture written on bark Split atoms with a thought, separate light from the dark Lord Hakim, Arm Leggah Leggah Armed Heavily, cuz I aint playin wit u niggaz

Speak My Mind (Verse 1) Turn thoughts into phrases, it’s chronic when I spit it Brolic in the beginning, & fatal when I finish Don’t be a menace, just be yourself Dick Ridaz get they steez from someone else Not I self, I’m an owner & a maker Shit I’ll take it back, it’s like the Celtics & Lakers You’s a Bird, & I got dat Magic ta Hook’m like Jabbar,& the track goes tragic Design rhyme scheme, interweave mathematics Those that understand, mind doin acrobatics “You gotta dummy it down”, fam can’t do it Niggaz be done drown, the sound flow fluid True on the square from the line of Shabazz Listen Line & Square, nigga thats math Sun spit sick, & you can suck my dick True Hip Hop, not no trap music (Verse 2) Fam-o off handle, spit that bad mamma jamma grungy wit da grammar, mind blowin like a scanner Flip green like Doc Banner, & I live life by the fact If you won’t look you me in the eye, then you'll stab me in the back Kizzle do his thang, I give a fuck what think I don’t say swag, & I don’t wear pink I don’t waste beats & I don’t waste flows I don’t chase broads, & I don’t cake hoes I don’t buy that shit it aint trickin if you got it More like you a sucka and you pay for punanny You go cee chicken drop cheese and leave She aint on the rag fag she finna fuck me I Don’t run like the sun, shine 93 million Won’t entertain a bitch , but I’ll civilize woman Cuz fool I’m the 7 not the 1 to take light The God gets biz, you god damn right

I Luv U 2 Death (Hook) I love you to death and no one else The way you make me feel I want you all to myself I love you death whether you like it or not And the only way you leavin me nigga is in box I love you to death and no one else The way you make me feel I want you all to myself I love you death whether you like it or not And the only way you leavin me bitch is in box (Verse 1) It’s a thin line between love & hate love your mate, but don’t under-estimate they mental state Make no mistake the dating game is risky Those three little words’ll have you comen up missing She a hardworking a misses , gotta plan for life of startin her own family and being some man’s wife She tried to keep her head straight with the men that she choose but the real world good people get used And abused, grifted till there aint shit left to the point if he don’t love her, she don’t love herself Which brings us to the present Mr. Right gone wrong He think he a player, but she just playin along Late night text, extra hours at work She at home plotin ya death, & You out chasing a skirt She tearin up his shit cuz she gone find them clues Found out where he be creepin, and who he stickin it you Pulled up to the spot where duke be fuckin around Caught’m creepin wit that bitch, & gunned both they asses down (Verse 2) As sure as love brings life In the world sun it take it Especially when the meaning of the word is mistaken Playin wit them 3 little words ta get ya rocks off shit pop off, ya spouse fuck around & have you knocked off Ayo The game gets 6 feet deep When chick cheat and dudes turn love into beef Like my man who loved his baby moms and shit Neighborhood hoe, but fam-o done wifed this bitch He loved his daughter, a dedicated daddy wit diapers but his momma kept sayn son she don’t look like ya fuck it, everybody plays the fool some time but its different when them birth certificates get signed trust me, I heard he caught her on some extra shit Cheatin bitch, let her have it with 2 extra clips What’s Granny gonna say when the questions pop Ya pops in a cell and ya moms in a box

Poison Flower (Verse 1) Snatched out my drunk sleep, hot water ta grill Incoherent, she flippin out like Karen Hill Tears streamin, steady screamin you a piece shit You dirty dick muthafucka, you been fuckin that bitch Still illin off the tequlia, aint feel the first hit Just stunned, like I know hun aint just bust my shit Fam-o she threw a combo 2 piece wit no bread And lost her balance, I threw her ass off a da bed I fuckin snapped & took it back Harlem Nights Snatched her quick, told her Oh bitch you wanna fight So twisted with emotion aint notice the bitch is smilin It’s almost like she feed off drama & violence I loosened up my grip, and pinned her ass to the chase She just looked up with a smile & said don’t bruise my face She thinks this shits a game and I aint tryn ta play Even New Edition say Love shouldn't hurt this way (Verse 2) Stepped into her bathroom ta catch a breather How we go from Martin & Gina ta Ike & Tina I'm Starin in the mirror tryn ta check the damage She jumped on me like we porno stars in front of a camera You goin fuck me muthafucka and it bet not be weak Wants me ta choke her while I stroke on the bathroom sink Now I look back and think fights was off the handle Then we'd do it like they do on the discovery channel I used to blame it on the liquor, nigga shits an excuse See the truth is, she confused love with abuse Gotta hit you, gotta quit you, cuz that shit don't work It just escalates til one of us is seriously hurt Or one is in the dirt, the other knocked for life See she taught me the meaning to Love, Hell, or Right

Problemz (Kev-o) Step in this games with my left and right foot You better get right or get left, I spit flows That blossom like when tree growa My lyrics I serve to those that’s fragile like embryo's You an your accomplice will searching exits like Gaunlet Running in circles, like hamster, hiding in your tent like you just seen a bear and you a young camper You can’t move in with communion so stop assuming I’m married to this game like a grooms men You aint paid your rent then new tenants gon’ move in We execute plans you still on avenues jobless kicking cans Gets some grams and be a hustler man Purchase some land and stand an demand Get some major money, right in the palm of my hands (Ray Swoope) I aint afraid ta be black, I’m afraid to be wack If these crackers keep on pushing soon I’m a push crack Bush is a mack, operation push is pussy that’s just the facts What’s that underneath brotherman’s hat Stop playing, White folks is acting like Ray aint Got no edumaction so they won’t pay’m I sent my songs to the radio station they aint play’m Yeah they let Chi out the basement but I’m still on probation We got problems, a blunt and record deal don’t solve’m I could graduate from college but still gotta keep revolvers in my pocket I’d like to think that I’m a man of logic But its hard to make cents without a dollar in ya wallet (Lord Hakim) Bills upon bills upon bills is what you have Common told the truth back then I didn’t do the math Just thought it was some phat rap shit from outta rhyme Never thought for second I’d be living those lines check to check, up to my eyballs in debt But I’m a make it stretch from one month to the next That’s my job dude, I’m pop dukes I gotta son to raise Use math to find my way through this difficult stage Cutting coupons from the Sunday page for the store My old Earth told me when it rains it pours And this aint sourthern Cali, in the Ohio valley When ends don’t tally they find bodies in the alley I tried to get a justice cipher born, but they check your record And I like how they changed the question to have you ever been arrested Instead of have you ever been convicted your restricted Well now I gotta go through other channels to handle business There’s a blizzard goin on and I’m rockin shorts & a sleeveless Jesus, these devils try’n break your ass to pieces With all these problems there’s one thing I’m sure of Allah’s the God always will, always was (Doc Giggz) Stress on the brain how do I relieve it Wanna get blessed by the name , how do I receive it Its so hard to stay humble in this wild ass jungle They call me Gigglez behind the scenes there’s a smile that crumbles Walking through my problems fumble, my dream is slipping my hands I got kids now, and life is looking different my man Seems like I’m sinking in quick sand, by than I know I’m gone No matter how hard I try to do right, somethings going wrong I hold on to my job, cuz child support is out to get me Them boys reppin’ red, white, and blue be out to hit me Baby momma’s crazy drama, all they want is money Found out one the kids wasn’t mine felt like a dummy Plus these bills too, and my check aint looking proper Taxes and child support , are killing me they’re the mobsters When you think you straight on bills five-o pops up Them muthafuckas like “ I gotcha I gotcha gotcha” After all of this its kind of hard to stay positive Even my faith in the Lord be dropping kid “But I’m a stay strong though”

Aunt Mildred Mary Louise Glen gave us 2 women, & 8 men Aunt Mildred was the oldest out her 10 children Aunt Mildred, Uncle Frank, Aunt Anne, then Uncle Richard Then my pops that’s Jesse, Then Uncle Joe came in the picture Uncle Larry, Uncle Bob, Uncle Ronny, Uncle Randy That was my man, I aint seen him since Build- Understanding He stayed next ta Granny out on Straight Way Ave He rode a motorcycle, and kept it front of the pad Now my mom's younger sister used to live down the block Across the train tracks, Al & Byron lived on Scott Before they moved to Texas, we inseparable right Back when Vonda worked at Krystal's out on Gallatin Pike That’s my cousin, we was lil knuckle heads up to nothin Buy three krystals, but look in the bag its half a dozen Now little dudes is buggin we got food & some change Down to the yellow corner laudermat to play some games Hours would change, as light turned to dark Around the corner watching my cousins shoot hoop in the park While everybody else was at Aunt Mildred’s crib Aunties, Uncles, family friends and all of they kids We Late night buggin, older cousins would peep Half the block be in the street, playing hide n go seek In the 80s we was babies, we aint have no cares Older cousins wasn't playin they had weed in air Now I sit back & look back like rear view mirrors Reminiscing on the days of a long gone era Ayo it’s fucked up, we grew up, don't talk that much Some did bids, some had kids, we all lost touch Nothing stays the same, life changes its amazin Fam that was your favorite, our kids grow up as strangers

Father to Sun (Hook) I’m ya father not ya goddamn friend I was here in the beginning and I'll be here in the end I know you hate my rules and quote’n the 12 jewels But everything I do son I'm doing for you That’s because I'm ya father not ya fuckin friend I was here in beginning I'll be here in the end I know you hate school and ya curfew But Everything I do look I’m doin for you (Verse 1) I know you know when your curfew is, so what’s the biz Don’t start off wit no lie, cuz dude I’m set ta wig I’m responsible for you, man fuck dem dudes You know I don’t care about the shit they parents let’m do You youthful Keep it truthful, ignorance is bliss You hard headed and you head’n for a world a shit And you can put it on my word Allah’s the lord of the worlds while u fuckin off in class tryn to impress some girl Ayo listen Richie Rich fore you go spendin that doe Son, loot don't buy you love it just rents you hoes That’s the game, this shits sold not told But I’m ya father, so I’m a tell you how shit go Watch ya tone , boy you aint tryn ta box wit God You better un-ball ya fist duke & play ya part You a cosby kid, the fuck you talkin about I’m ya father I brought you in, and I can take you out (Verse 2) Whoa, slow ya roll blackman we aint thru talkin I aint tryn ta see you punished for the sins of ya father Cop a squat, now I’m a talk u listen Otherwise I can beat you into the fetal position Wise choice, Lookie lord I luv you death But I can’t see you on this dumb shit your fuck’n ya self I don’t ask you to be perfect, son that aint the science I just ask you to be wise & apply refinement Cee that’s God, nah better yet you cee that roof while its over you , this shit goes by my rules Feel me, don’t feel me, I don't give 2 shits Once you you 18 if you wanna dip then hit the bricks Your pissin me off, I'd close my mouth if I was you convo's over, in fact yo just go to your room I'm your father, the fuck I look like argue'n with you You already grounded 1 week, now you workin on 2

Franklin County Representative 6-1-4 (Skit) The most definite, eastside franklin county resident Make a mic a murder vic, the mixdown’s the evidence The decadence disturbing, to those that heard the wording Spit double barrel sawed off slang, Dawg I’m dirty Dee, wit the steez, you maggot eating bitch Watch me piss on ya style and you aint seen shit Wicked with the words I put a spell on you Don’t fuck wit new niggaz cuz they tell on dudes Kizzle grab the mic and bring the Uncle Rukus Lord Hakim spitting 16 is murder by the numbers The corzican brothers, more like the brothers grimm Potent with a pen homeboy that’s sure as sin Kid I get it in and go hard like Colossus Don’t dive in the dead pool & make my shit roster Separate triple dark with the thoughts rhymes spark And hard to see like the bottom row of the eye chart

Body Armor (Lord Hakim) Homicidal mind frame escaped patient from Arkham In triple darkness study math like Malcolm The number seven never second to none I give a minute 2 pray, in a second it’s done 3rd rock from the sun, my throne till kingdom come Spit "6 million ways 2 die" choose one I use metaphors wit marksman skill That'll leave u x'd out like you was poppin pills Impact like tactical shotgun shells Close Range, drag ya brains thru the depths a hell Mad scientist manipulate molecular cells & leave a massacre like Mexican drug cartels Then plead to the homicide wit lyrics of fury And character assassinate the judge & the jury From Franklin County home to freeway snipers My diction is deadly & difficult 2 decipher

Peace God (Lord Jamar) Cee it’s the king of kings, & the Lord of Lords You know the style we bring is full of universal Laws Social equality, indeed that is our common cause That makes us come together, that’s why we run together Its Lord Jamar, and the Lord Hakim Let’s take it back to ‘86, Eric B & Rakim When the DJ made a mix of your favorite blend He used to lick his finger tips doin’ tricks when he back spin Ya couldn’t slack when the Gods was around Test you on ya Lessons, if you don’t know’m then we gon’ beat you down Now that’s a universal, me and my crew will hurt you You need more rehearsal if your gonna prove your virtue Don’t you play with my nation, your duties civilization And there'll be ramifications behind this education These rules and regulations must be followed Administer medication to patients that’s taste’n bad but must be swallowed (Lord Hakim) In deep space divine mind Separated from the dark and spark divine shine Add himself to nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Formed one who gave birth to the sun to start time No alpha no omega no beginning or end Allah The Original Man, All Living Live Around Him I Stimulate Life And Matter in a Zig Zag pattern In likeness of the particles found within an atom and examine the data scattered in religious scripture For points to form lines and define a bigger picture Every race of man can trace his origin, back to one Black as the sun, the son of man From pyramids of Giza parallel to Chichen Itza Made to think that we were different to conceal our common features Poor righteous teachers, with knowledge, wisdom, and understanding Are the Five Percent on this poor part of the planet

The Beginning of the End (Zig, Zag, Zig) (Hook) Welcome to the end of the road, I’m ya host with the most One dose, leave ya style comatose At most, I get down like crashing on coke Massive with the flow, and known for scratching them notes (Verse 1) Techniques are twelve hundred, got heat like gun runners Move in large numbers, east side of Columbus South Side Wild Hunneds, Now Asia, Now Just Nigga what, we the big dogs ya’ll pound pups Sound tough rugged rough, wouldn’t bust no shrink wrap Its like that, Lord got lines like street maps Ayo fam-o take it back, nah black I never left kill tracks like heart attacks cuz I do it to death Stay ill with concepts, sun a clear and present threat A vet, fifty cent loops on dual cassette Now I’m on the right standing on the eject In a b-boy stance, fam strictly snapping necks (Verse 2) Gemini scratch master and I’m right and exact Off the handle like new skillets and that plastic wrap Boom-bastic tracks, beats drop like acid tabs I’m in the crates collecting shit like colostomy bags Straight grunge, exhale indo through iron lungs Black Asiatic, pen classics like Native Son Fly as Air Force one plus six, spit slick Flow sick, like a fucking fiend no fix, no shit Its true Hip hop ta flood blocks Cuttin assholes in half for walking had like Dewey Cox Ayo Doc Giggz, hit me one time wit that madness If Hip Hop’s dead, I’m finna call it back like Lazarus