Sitting alone, the phone rings, the voice is a fitting tone
the words spoken shatters my ribcage, I start spitting bones
I don't believe what I hear, I close my eyes to shut the years
but my fear overpowers, as the hours reveal the words so clear
in this burning sphere my life has died, as fate's knife sliced wide
the words I heard switched emotion as the strife swiped sides
my life, does it matter anymore? the blood splatters on the doors
scatters some more as it drips, I take my fist and shatter the door
my queen has died, you all killed her, through your lyrics you willed her
and instead of nursing the wounded, you lyrically drilled her
to the point the fuel of the fire expired, the desire to prosper diminished
and now we are left with bitches who go in the wound and remove the stitches
they watch her bleed, cover her body with blotchy deeds
sadly to me I can't weed out or remove the worthless seeds
her surfaced needs must be corrected before recovery can take place
so make haste, for this is race can only be won with a pure face.
As we proceed to heal what was said to be dead
you better be careful, they might put lead in your head
they're afraid of intelligent speech, so just let your relevance reach
and touch those who need it, just let your elegance preach
let these messages of redemption to our queen be heard
you seen the words, now act on it, let our movie scene be first
the thirst of reform has been bleeding through our veins and pores
insane of course! revolutionaries know their train and course
the pain of force beckons to those who miss the Golden Era
smolder embers of passion overpowers the olden terror
let us retake our thrown, let their mistakes be known
for now our sake has grown, we can make every foundation they had be blown
for the real MC's, this song is dedicated to you
I put all of the pieces together, I pre-meditated the clues
now it's up to you to head this warning, overthrow the fakers
decide to be one of the givers, not one of the takers.