Niyabinghi,

It's a war for real, and I'm a soldier on the battle field, its mad ill I'm Paranoid of all the land fills, mindset to kill in the asphalt jungles of a Secret Israel, find her symbol on a dollar bill, New Jerusalem is mad ill, That's my word, word up god.

Born into ill political conspiracies, hidden agendas, and foreign policies. Predicated on blood currency, tricknology, and a murder mystery. I bare witness to what a whole world community in darkness can't see. The tyranny, the social, and economic inequities, lies, and deceit, the Instigation of the wars in the streets, revelations of ancient prophecies, that Foretold of my coming, and ultimately manifested me, as I crown myself King, and profess to be YorMajesty, representative of man collectively, Good, and evil, or whatever I gotta be, hardcore mentality

It's a war for real, and I'm a soldier on the Battle field, I'm mad ill Paranoid of all the land fields, mindset to kill in the asphalt jungles of a Secret Israel. Find her symbol on a Dollar bill, New Jerusalem is Mad ill, That's my word.

In modern day Babylon, I'm preyed upon by the beast, controlled by Imposters, that professes to be from the Middle East. Scriptures that bare no seals Of authenticity, brings new religions, and hypothesis to the minds that are weak Unaware of the true meanings of the days of the week, the devils children run Amuck while the world is asleep, that's my word; they'll try to murder you in The streets, put prices on your souls, for a half a pot of gold, it's hard to stay Warm in a world that is cold, when the devil is after your soul, that's my word.

It's a war for real, and I'm a soldier on the battle field, I'm mad ill, paranoid Of all the land fields, mindset to kill in the asphalt jungles of a secret Israel, find Her symbol on a dollar bill, New Jerusalem is mad ill, that's my word, Niyabinghi

YorMajesty.......

 

 



By demons I'm tormented, paranoia got my mind damented, all logic is Suspended. I'm on the run "G" cause I don't want to get twisted, by a society, that got me black listed. I'm in my benz rollin fast, but it seems impossible to out run my past. Can't let my feelings get in the way , cause that's suicidal in this game I gotta play, all out I'm tryna win, though I'm Knowin, that we all lose in the end. They may not fade me in my life, but I miss my Shortie, and to me that's a heavy price.


I'm a master of hiding in plain veiw, you can't see me, and I'm right in front of you. Strategically, and mentally I'm so tight, always scheming all day and through the night, ya'll won't let me rest, and word to my mother I won't confess, I can't chill in my nest, I fly the coup, and march with an army of my troops. Lowriding through your hood, I show, and prove, that I'm the King, and it's all good. For it all I'm working hard, while this crooked ass Government is living Large.


Before you look at me, you need to look at you, and all the evil deeds, that you do. Miseducation of the youth, you fucking liar, why in the fuck won't you tell the truth? Let he without sin cast the first stone, you don't qualify, so take your bitch ass home. Here it is, Let me justify, why I do what you do, and not what you say, cause it's a damn lie anyway. I'm politically aware like the Geronimo Pratts, and Mandellas out there, but Motherfuck a prison cell, and tell the warden, I hope they fuck him in the ass, when he goes to hell.


Those that have eyes can see, and those that can hear me, I'm sure that you're feeling me. Are you a slave to the U.S. Currency ? Where in the fuck can you get something for free ? Is life easy for a Black minority ? Are there skin heads claiming white supremacy ? For Black people was it a rough 400 year history ? Are they still fucked up today ? you damned skippy in a major fucking way. It's not about the color of the skin, but the mindsets that lie within, I could go on forever, and even longer, with every word my case gets even stronger.

YorMajesty.......

 

 

Ill Represented by the United States Thug Senate

Those that believe in all the lies, that were told, those, that bought the fallacies, that they were sold, those that think it's all about a pot of gold, naive to the truth even as it unfolds. From infancy to however many years old, miseducated mis guided, just left out in the cold, by modern religions, and those that are centuries old, not understanding the meaning of revelations foretold, just confused, and bewildered like all the slaves that were sold, looking for leaders to lead them down the road.

I'll Represented by the United States Thug Senate.

The beneficiaries of the Willie Lynch theory, the profiteers, that has prospered for years. The guilty, who's guilt has now turned to fear, for their bewildered children, that wasn't even here, heir's to a legacy of history so ambiguously taught unclear, as a devise to make a violent history of memories not as bad as it appears, and the discovery of dirt, that they've been doing for years, The retaliation of all the minorities here.

Ill represented by the United States Thug Senate.

Big pimping from Capitol Hill got all the citizens paying the bills. Economically we're feeling the chill, and the five families, we owing them still. A society, where dead presidents still rule, doesn't matter if you're new or old school. Either you're pimping, or you're hoeing too, but you gotta pay internal revenue, or Government gangsters are coming for you, and you better have that loot whatever you do, Cause they all about that paper no love for you, have you mad twisted wit them bullshit rules, behind bars, slavery part two.

Ill represented by the United States Thug Senate.

The social classes, are divided economically, some communities are meant for you to never see. Illuminati the privileged few, and them rich motherfuckers, you know how they do. The propaganda, and the media hype, how did them niggaz get them crack pipes? None Caucasians have a harder life; the whole society will pay the price, the petty Crimes, and the lost of life, the ignorant will never see the light, to survive you must be mentally tight, or at least know, that these motherfuckers ain't right.

YorMajesty.......


 

If I offend thee, that is not black like me, that cannot see the things I see, unfamiliar with my history, of social agonies, who is a non beneficiary, directly, or indirectly of slave owner ancestry, or modern day political, and economic slavery, and can righteously claim you treat me equally, in all honesty, I would apologize earnestly.

A scarred mentality, borderline insanity, the haunting reality, of a not so distant history, the mental images of my brothers hanging from trees, the difficult journey of my people to be free, the present day reinvention of slavery systematically, to express myself to thee, when you'll label me angry, undeserving of an apology, and deny the reality of your inequities, twist it, and put the blame on me, I can only say to thee.

If I offend thee, that is not black like me, that cannot see the things I see, unfamiliar with my history, of social agonies, who is a non beneficiary, directly, or indirectly of slave owner ancestry, or modern day political, and economic slavery, and can righteously claim you treat me equally, in all honesty, I would apologize earnestly.

In every city, in every ghetto, on every block you supplied them kids with rocks, then you gave them kids those glocks, then surrounded them kids with trigger happy cops, and ignored the public out cries for the murders to stop, while posted at the donut shops, or harassing the browns, and the blacks on routine traffic stops, racial profiling the root of your plot, you protected me, or served me not, but can't wait to arrest me, innocent, or guilty, put my freedom in jeopardy, and determined it by how much money I got.

If I offend thee, that is not black like me, that cannot see the things I see, unfamiliar with my history, of social agonies, who is a non beneficiary, directly, or indirectly of slave owner ancestry, or modern day political, and economic slavery, and can righteously claim you treat me equally, in all honesty, I would apologize earnestly.

When it's oh so familiar to hear that a homey got shot, no news coverage because the public cared not, no investigation, just another casket dropped, and to know at any given moment you could be the next one popped, that it's necessary to be strapped wit yo glock, when your choices are: get caught slipping, catch a case, or something hot, really when you think about it what choice have you got? Paranoid of the homeys, and even the cops, Get carried by six, or stand before 12 qualified to judge you not.

If I offend thee, that is not black like me, that cannot see the things I see, unfamiliar with my history, of social agonies, who is a non beneficiary, directly, or indirectly of slave owner ancestry, or modern day political, and economic slavery, and can righteously claim you treat me equally, in all honesty, I would apologize earnestly.

Got society fearing portrayals they see, who never even spoken to someone like me, with one dimensional view points of a "G", unfamiliar with the injustices I see, or the life of a inner city seed, exploited by corporate American greed, still discriminated against because of color, race, or creed, or the propaganda that proceeded me, the manifestations of a ignorant society, that has you believing the lies you believe.

YorMajesty.......