My first Impression of Mental Slavery was afterwards the New Testament

Mental Illness I have read when it comes to the Dritte Reich Katastrophe.

Salvador Dali and one of my homes El Salvador have shown me Madness

Puplic enemy showed me hpw to dance to fight the power

Outkast have teached me the deepnes of hiphops universe

my verses inspired by true skool and by the true kool

My life from outcracked big shit living to golden cavier bout tricks

hold upon a isle where my thoughts are formed to word pens

as I step in the scene living my dream with lifes A big vessel of

butter cream croissant lord has allowed us to pick and collect

on our path to our death we live as we the last that left

come to a stop and awake in chaos and national bankruptcy

we still are calm but a quite storm is wispering we have enough

of this world wide suffering this no revolution this is world people

seeking a solution to the polution no protection gainst the power mob

thats putting us outta jobs and homes even after the election

this international wide rape of everyones faith and dignity

is what I see while the aggressivity is daily rising the markets

are flying into pitless pits like the blitz that killed many innocent

democracy fell down in applause and all lost dreams and cause

this is why I fight with passion and delight when I holp pen n mic

master in my art martial is my art smart like the ark golden is my heart

one of a kind is my art thats why look at the star charts one of them is I

welcome to my I as we get high with the lyrics drifting into our spirits

we all love to hear it as we come near it dont fear it as I rhyme n spit =)