the word

Lyrics

[Intro: Musical Youth] This generation This-this-this-this-this generation This-this-this-this-this generation This-this-this-this-this generation Rules di nation [Verse 1: VIC MENSA] At the dawn of man's existence, before Muslims and Christians Organized religions and manufactured divisions in the beginning was the word How could you quantify with Spotify, the value? Nigga scripter was the verse, uh God body, Abu Dhabi, I'm making Hajj at Saudi They wanna leave my body twitching, try to Kai Canet me I'm a Anunnuki, niggas gone take shots when you lead the people in exodus on your Robert Marley Fuck a strеam, my stream of conscious is just a dream Channelеd down from the supreme, straight to the muttaqeen Spitting like I got a ruptured spleen You know them label niggas want you encircled like the usher chain You don't have to call I don't mind, I don't fatigue, I keep it camouflaged Bet they all fall in my lap, I feel like I'm Santa Claus Who gon' get screwed when the hammer falls Republicans, or Democrats, or demagogues? The publishing they want a public flogging for punishment Run off on the masters, I'm on my Harriet Tubman shit The slaves from the Amistad that jumped the ship Making indie moves like Jagger, that's a shoutout to my brother Mick [Verse 2: Mick Jenkins] Funny if you gotta wonder what we teaching these niggas Just get to the money, what we preaching, they'll do to you Whatever they do to the least of these niggas fasho You'll never get the fish scale if they eating the roe Heating the floor through cracked concrete, you see a rose peeking through bold That's the only way he see he could grow We pick the bear the same way the salmon swim against the flow Penmanship showed that don't move the needle like singer Don't follow patterns when we use these scissors, watch your fingers You let the chatter lead your new decisions all I see is new patina, that shit get old I been a breath of Primatene since they was matching the dro Behind the scenes they want all the lima beans from the go And I'm no longer tryna see how it go That be how it be, I be on the low But niggas know where they can find my ten toes Either on some business or they in the hands of Miss Cho The lawn is just as manicured, I know the Ekans is close I know when they hear these horns, don't know they messing with goats Yo suit fit better bespoke I know that message missed most [Outro: VIC MENSA] It's a puzzle; each piece aligns perfectly with the next, like the stars in the sky You see, my son, your people have known the secrets of these stars for millennia The Dogon of ancient Mali they had such advanced astronomical knowledge they could even see invisible stars And you're named after the Emperor of Mali, Mansa Musa But before Mansa Musa came Sundiata or soon-ja-ta, the Lion King Mali had universities in Timbuktu, quantum physics That's why you can't just never let anybody cast doubt on your greatness That's what you descended from And ultimately, that's what you're destined for You just gotta trust the process