They call me a Warrior

They call me a Warrior...

Yeah, gimme a pen and paper, instead of a sword and shield,
Ma rhymes cut-sharp like razor, to fight the bold and zip the mean,
Fuck it if ya are a street hustla, ya can't unfold this game if ya ain't a microphone fiend,
No more pride in being a Soldier, that was what I've been all thru ma teens,
From a Soldier to the Monarch, like King Arthur, let ma past get cleaned,
Let ma failure get no further, past gone, future unknown, and the present is me,
Got many empires to conquer, let it be done, back is the classic song, thank N-ST,
Ma rhythmic composition bein' taken to the maximum,
Datz the latest axiom, I'ma get your mood off tedium,
But, ya aint havin' sense of appreciation, ya rule the hatred-nation,
Ya hate me when I rhyme coz I stand tall on an Alpine,
Your soul aint fine, not worth more than a dime,
Ya fear that I'ma take your girl, don't hate me son, ya'll find yourself in a swirl,
Haha...I make your soul burn, coz ma music makes the crowd twist and turn,
Ya offer me a perfect ego-clash, but I offer ya a tight bash,
Take it easy, ya cant survive ma improvised lash, 100% preferred to your trash,
True that I aint havin loads of cash, but I can double it with ma dash,
So, put the mic down, and prevent ma mash...nope??
Get ready for the big blast,
Get to the top and refer again,
'They call me a Warrior', the perfect choice to lead the maneuver,
And be it whatever, I'ma be the connoisseur to stand and deliver.

Silence

Yo, born with a powerful weapon called Silence, the automatic God-given license,
to think of the imaginable & unimaginable, mixed with a little bit of common sense,
takes guts to plow a field sans fence,
gotta do it all alone coz I told ya to fuck friendz,
now, get back to the point, and of course, do that in absolute silence,
just saw a dawg in a situation, pretty mixed up and tensed,
sittin' all alone in a Police car with barking sirens, in silence,
but even just saw a Scientist in a lab, mixin' up his finds with theories of Science, in silence,
even as I shout on the mic, ya try to get ma point, in silence,
Soldiers await a Leader's decision, in silence, to choose between peace & Violence,
fuck it...get the point yourself, this aint a deal of suspense,
and after ya read, don't try to copy me, as your shytt accounts to non sense,
Yo, Hitler planned everything in silence, and started everything with cruel violence,
didnot give a fuck about the mighty alliance,
became adamant about his dominance, dropped his weapon called Silence,
started to bark, and his own bullet ended everything, in silence,
and, his soul got no one for a meet of condolence,
so, think twice from now before ya say "I hate Silence",
coz when I teach ya something, it carries substance,
and ma teachings can save ya from decadence,
bring ya out from innocence, and raise to eminence,
I've got enough retrospection to confess,
now, let the world observe me gettin' to the top, in silence.

Poverty in the Streetz

Yo, I get ma thang in the car; get set to cruise along with the player tuned to Wu-Tang Clan,
Press ma foot on the accelerator, to speed-up the life away from ma dreamz that just shattered,
Pacin' at 120 kilometers per hour, I slow down on seein' some kids fight for a piece of tatter,
Then, I see a family of four, sitting in a row, tryin' to hide themselves from the devilish snow, yeah; a sad show,
Father, mother, son & a daughter in their source of shelter, a hut by the gutter,
Starin' at each other, with their tears slidin' down the cheeks, as the cry-starter,
Look up to the sky to find God, hope that they can fly away to sign off from this uncaring world which hates an extra fish in its pond,
Imagined myself in that situation, a chill passes thru ma body like a current-fluctuation,
Then I thank God for what he gave me, stood always by the side of me, churned out the thangz as those would be, and gave me the flow as magical as that of Talib Kweli,
I saw just one family, but there would be millions under this fiercest insanity called poverty,
I don't understand God's partiality, makes someone rich, someone poor, someone prudent, the other one, a dumb fool, turns someone bad and ofcourse, the other one good,
But I leave on him the rest, the best of the best to judge, I just pray to him that everyone gets their own fetch,
Then, I get to ma world, with the ignition of ma car's engine, but as I go thru the city's old roadz, I still see the faces of the people freeze with cold,
Yeah, the same story as it was told.

Meet the Lord....Life & Death...

Yo, they teach me, 'Make your life as bright as a day coz death is as dark as a night',
Yeah; this is what they've gotta say, but life aint death, so, it aint easy to fight,
In the day they rue and pray for the sins they did in the night,
they think nobody's there to stare, but they can't escape the God's sight,
Death known to no one, but ya gotta know it thru someone,
so, let me grab that chance and let me grab a gun,
I keep my promise; so, ya get your turn,
wanna feel death, so, I bet on no bullet-shun,
one last time I utter 'ma name, the next moment I feel the bullet in 'ma brain,
hope of life comes alive, but everything drained and everything in vain,
but I'm glad to start 'ma journey with zigzag routes, twistin' and turnin',
two destinations for fools, Heaven & Hell, Pleasure & Pain,
Why did ya place me in a world that's insane? is the first question to the God from his saint,
The invincible, the invisible and the Almighty are what ya claim, why don't ya stop the sins bein' done in your name?
I find no answer, his face hangin' down in shame on seein' his beautiful creation turn lame,
absolutely shocked by the way the sinners shot to fame, let me explain, this aint nothin' but a hunter's game,
kill or get killed, high-spirit will, let the blood spill, life brought to a dead-still,
stop all this for heaven's sake, can I get another take, "Yo, this is fo'real, ya know that I aint fake."
asked him one final question, 'To Earth, when I'll be sent?', came the reply, 'Let your death come to an end.'