RES PUBLICA (FEAT. GREG CYPHER)

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RES PUBLICA (FEAT. GREG CYPHER)

Seven generations, building up a colony
Destroy madness, filter the fallacy
Leave for the lineage trust on trust
Seeds to be grown by us, thus
Seven generations built to live on
Destroy madness, free of fear, spirit strong
Leave for the lineage clean, pure streams
For god’s sake, make good use of your dreams


The seed that I’ve sewn, rooted in rhythm and soul
I had a dream of my own, like Martin but a King on my own
I’m talking freedom and they singin’ along
Takin’ indigo worldwide and bringin’ it home
Surrounded by false prophets, disguised as wise men
With divine guidance for higher understanding
Decided I’m redefining the prism of what Zion is
Building a foundation for my daughter to climb on
Still workin’ at this chip on my shoulder; spliff in the doujah
Slip in a coma, visions of golden civilizations
Woke up, with a new, clear mission to go for
Shut down – how long the system been broke for?
Future in our hands, what I’m holding the torch for
Promise Land posture with endless possibilities
The line just Geronimo, aint no standin’ still in me
Aint no standin’ still in us and can I get a witness, please?
And the time for change is here
Aint no standin’ in our way, The X: our generation here
Nation of Millions Part Two, and the place is here
We design and the youth will surely retrace our steps to the future…


Seven generations, building up a colony
Destroy madness, filter the fallacy
Leave for the lineage trust on trust
Seeds to be grown by us, thus
Seven generations built to live on
Destroy madness, free of fear, spirit strong
Leave for the lineage clean, pure streams
For god’s sake, make good use of your dreams


The form of this communique is way universal
The intended recipient was raised in the circle
That’s not to be exclusive but it’s rules to this commune
Followed the doctrine, I voluntarily opted in
Tolerated and barely dodged a barrage of hatred
Every account of a publication gon’ probably say it
So the word is alone is worthless, ask if we ‘bout that
Action; learn about the past from the passionate
Learn to differentiate fashion from fashioner
Only one is genuinely timeless, lasting
Preservation is power, don’t make me state the obvious
It’s why we got no space to accommodate the apologists
Premium real estate, settled on some acreage
Forty and a mule will probably do – we gon’ make it
Just the motivation we were seeking since the era
Y’all referring to as “history;” we’re the pioneers


Seven generations, building up a colony
Destroy madness, filter the fallacy
Leave for the lineage trust on trust
Seeds to be grown by us, thus
Seven generations built to live on
Destroy madness, free of fear, spirit strong
Leave for the lineage clean, pure streams
For god’s sake, make good use of your dreams