If I had a choice I would sock Adam and split,
tell Cain I feel his pain, but cant dig how he's handlin it.
Dap Able and look him in his eyes;

plan a rendezvous wit Eve and leave her be before the sun begins to rise.

Up and creepin through Eden, so I come as a surprise;

decapitate the snake before he come wit all the lies.
Na that aint wise, the snake means survival,
and when it shed its skin it teaches us about revival.


But you wont hear about that ish up in the bible;
Our ancestors knew it though when we were tribal.

But then the culture went west like Fievel,
and suddenly the medicine man is a psyco.


Quit tellin me about the sin that you made up,
our ancestors knew that we were all God straight up!
Quit tellin me about the sin that you made up,

our ancestors knew that we were all God straight up!

Yuhuru to the gurus of West African Voodoo,

Yuhuru to the Sangomas and Shamans down in the Zulu.
My ancestors that knew you, dear Africa they still know me,
hold me, and they console me, told me to speak it boldly.


The black aint in the strap, the black is in ya throne,
in fact we lost track of Africa as our home.

Gave us they(their) religion and told us we cursed sons;
we accepted the vision, but we were the first ones,


to do religion, philosophy, mathematics, pychology, metaphysical science,
astronomy, and astrology.
Christianity consciously borrowed from Egyptology,

never been an apology, lyin wit they hypocrasy,

mockery of our culture, we respected the land,

everything was God and everything understands.
Told us that we were heathens, didnt deserve breathin,
'less we could learn freedom, teachin between beatins.


Heart of a king beatin. Nat Turner and Malcolm,
Hewey P. and Garvey, black power's the outcome.

Love for all races, intuition is mine; Shamanism's divine,
Africa's on my mind...Dont conceal it,


put this cd in and ride..can you feel it? Kundalini on the rise.
This is operation heal the chakras,
from my Squares to my Playa Patnas,

Hippies, Europeans, and Native Rastas!

I'm African, still I got light skin. Some Native American,

prolly (probably) some white kin.
Lil' splashes of others like maybe some Tongan,
Asian, Hispanic, or Middle Eastern, a nice blend.


This is red to the orange to the yellow to the green,
to the blue, to the indigo, the violet as I clean,

out my chakras. Intentions of healing and love that prospers.
Here's to getting conscious and thanks to all of our sponsers.


Angels, Ancestors, Acsended Masters and Guides,
Thank you for being wit us in 2012 as we rise.
Organic vegetables that we use to clean our intestinals,

purify our digestional, this is more then conceptual.

Love is perpetual. The born sinner myth is detestable,

not married, I celebrate getting sexual.
Her rump shake, lookin like cupcake, I kiss it for luck's sake,
thoughts dirty like mud lakes on luchbreaks.


Cant wait to get off to get off and meditate,
together while feelin so awesome and great.

I eleveate hypnotic babel: the whack rap..
This is smooth like aquatic mammal, I sat back,


And saw the truth in my spirit, put it down in a lyric,
many will love to hear it, many will mug and fear it.
The bible is true but in this way probably,
view it like you do all mythology!


Yeah, I am free! Gods experiencing life through me,
through a saint through a G, through a snake, through a tree.
From barbarian witta murder list to Unitarian Universalist metamorphosis.
This is what we can be!


Ancestor forces are like the sources of a fortress,
thats royal and give us purpose so spiritually we can see!
Praise Jesus, praise Buddah, praise Kwan Yin,
Cuz they all are in me!


In tune wit inner dopeness.
I howl at the moon, praisin' Oshun on the Winter Solstice.
Probably start tears, cuz I gotta be art,
I am beautiful, Capricorn on my astrology chart.


That's only my sun sign, man, my moon is a Leo,
chanting in meditation as I zoom past the ego.
(Whats the point) One love to the people, uhh,
(Whats the point) One love to the people, uhh,

This isn't a new phase, Im embracing the New Age,

really cuz it's the Stone Age, but we say it in new ways,
(Whats it called) Peace Hop for the people, uhh,
(Whats it called) Peace Hop for the people, uhh,

All things are connected,
Whatever befalls the Earth befalls us all please respect it.
Catch love, get infected..One love. Peace Hop.

Gone!