Lyrics

I been waiting on the omen
Praying for the future
You could say I'm on my Martin Luther like the reverend
A king in the present
A legend on a new verse
In any annotation so tell me the one that you heard
Schemin' in my adolescence tryin' to get my presence felt
Mastered the form but still working on my 7th belt
Y'all only got to twelve on the 11th bell
Then its a new day nothing you attempt will sell
We off the bullshit
Back to what's relevent
Stampeding on y'all like a thousand elephants
You can find me some where overseas like a pelican
Flyer than a delta jet with no exoskeleton
And no paper planes just paper and pen
Let my words inspire change and let the spirits carry them
Take you to a higher plane
All your troubles bury them
A buck so you can ride my train of thought deep as aquariums

We dance to the self destruction bangin' out the stereo
We laugh at the self destruction bangin' out our television
We trap to the self destruction bangin' out the stereo
This is the wrath of the self destruction tell me who the hell is listenin'

I been waiting on my moment
And its down to the minute
And it's gone in a second
A nano to be specific
On channels they keep it hidden
The truths on television
But its only part of whats cued and how the spin it
For views 'cause its no longer news iust conditioning
That's shot over the air to hold positions and
Now your out in the cold feelin' frigid
Waiting on the money that your owed with no pittance
And no pity no get no titty can't eat off of mama no more
No dinner since the benefits don't come no more like no clitoris
Politicin' on the corner liquor stores and cigarettes
Then your screaming F the world 'cause she aint give you shit
But her only daughter called life who on some ignorant
And she want it all like shopping sprees and bigger tits
Balling on these hoes 'cause all she knows her ignorance is bliss

We dance to the self destruction bangin' out the stereo
We laugh at the self destruction bangin' out our television
We trap to the self destruction bangin' out the stereo
This is the wrath of the self destruction tell me who the hell is listenin'

I been waiting on the notion to change like a motion picture
But know motion has it sounding like a broken record
No open mics to big up that beat selector
Dropping street scriptures
That Nas tec up on the dresser
Reoresentin' for those who live life under pressure
Need that rida music in that spring fall winter summer
So when things fall apart
And they at the center cloud covered and spirit lost reception like a short antenna
And forced to enter a lifestyle that smiles on occasion but mostly crooked as The Rock's right brow
Faced with life with hard times financial barriers
But don't let it get you down that struggle builds chararcter
While you build your strength let my music take care of ya
Give you hope to ride on why you waiting on your charriot
Through the fire while you scheming on your empire
Now make noise like a bad choir

We dance to the self destruction bangin' out the stereo
We laugh at the self destruction bangin' out our television
We trap to the self destruction bangin' out the stereo
This is the wrath of the self destruction tell me who the hell is listenin'