Hemispheres (The Remix)

You are West & I am East

therein lies a philosophical disturbance of the peace

It doesn't take a P.H.D to figure

that I am not an accomodating negro

nor some befuddled five senseless

The mentals that I flex are 6 , 7th , 8th !

The muscles of your philosophy are in an atrophied state

 

Pacifyingly weak , with imminent defeat on it's path's direction

Like Western Civilization requires sunblock for it's protection

So I deplete the ozone from a throne called a mind of my own

Rocking fros diametrically opposed to your 360

Plagiarist like Plato & Socrates can miss me

with their wild pitch of philosophical bull !

 

Pawns & glass ceiling Rooks naive & shook to the art of war

Who me American dreamin' ? Nah ... I just stay woke to checkmate the snore

Blessed with a thought process that adheres the request

to consume & digest the West as a WASTE of my mutha ***in' life time !

While blinders impede the peripheral vision of the Ghetto's mind

I harvest crops of Black Dot pupils from my Cyclopean school

Like the Temple of Karnak would marquee it's golden rule

I never catered to the conceit like some insolent bastard

My concern is to free the minds of the masses with my Morpheus Masters

 

My papyrus of phonics give way to ebonics

that can break down the sum total of Ben Bernanke economics

But to no avail as the pores of your Western Indigo mind fails

to absorb the significance , Talking loud & aint saying nothing

magnifies the difference of our polarization

 

As I extract the wheat from the tare we are facin'

A fallacy percieved to be real

But which one does the Creator cater to

& to which one does God feel ?

I think you know the answer to that & even if you don't

I will still be the most significant exiled cat !

Synonomous with "The Lion King's" recall trying to posess it all back !

While you stay status quo within the circumference of all that you know

I will be espousing the 6 , 7th & 8th of as above ... so below !