Nostos (Co-Production by: Wyland)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3C0njYjBNA I asked God to turn the wine back to water This author Came from a tribe targeted by my other side So I want us sharper found than our arrows because we ain't getting slaughtered Want to unite the tribes like chief Pontiac But if any wanna light an over millennium beef, I'll show you how I'll act Painted mine only of war When we made art and crafted from heart's ore Ignored and plotted against before those white ores Now I'm working from the same core I'm from the left wing of the Phoenix bird Rhyme superb, working verbs, hitting curbs Roll with a hoodie concealing self they say I look disturbed. I work a pen till the ink gone Crack my chest open for every song Keep creating because never promised to be here long I believe we all equal but in choices of path made us differ Some too busy pushing their dreams in their sequel Instead of living better not bitter So stand heavy hitter or those thoughts will eat you I know for this business I'll have to politic Smile for the cameras a bit Wave for the kids and kiss a baby But my rhymes hit, a swift kick causing your 180° Jaw dropper from a real hip hopper have you had this feeling lately? Got wolves waiting for a lick, and come clean so know how to mop ya I'm just a 90's raised by 60s babies Sad your whole chosen code arose to oppose me Y'all insects on my windshield So before I pop a top I'll shmear off You, your Wack crew, so called shooters that plot on you And your step pops too. I'm ice t in the brain and bread Salute no soldier boys Trained in different terrain we ain't the same strain Forget your abusive meds, found loaded movin or get lead from foos with spirits dead Boy soldiers ready to split the Ice I train like I'm rhyming in a cypher with monch, thought, Asia and chino XL Then add em and Royce Plus KRS kurupt RBX's and any or every slaughterhouse member Remember I came to dismember And Break it down to ember Now let me separate this rhyming society Is you em or brrr Sick in sentence Even a celly pray for space But get praise if I lugy a taste Solem in solitaire Only worthy opponent is I Unless my kin pic a mic even then They have to walk the earth as many miles as myself Before they wanna come close but by then I'd double leaving them comatose Trying to decipher a mad man's pied piper as I lounge with God to toast It's me.