Imago Dei:
I write for the hustlers, write for the playas/ Write reparations, so they have to pay us/ Write blueprints for the foundation layers/ Write dreams fulfilled to silence naysayers/ I wrestle with my thoughts, to flow so lyrical/ With the hope and the soul of a Negro spiritual/ Grow miracles from difficult seeds/ Unique specimen not your typical bread/ My people get freed, when I pen letters/ Poetry of Ali, spiritual of Mandela/ That means I fight to open the cage/ Cleanse minds like soap when I bathe/ This track in the word of this rebel/ I serve and I peddle healing herbs to the ghetto/ Yeah… these parables that I stir in the kettle/ Got these Pharisees saying the nerve of this devil/ They plot to crucify me, I plot my escape/ And feed the multitudes with bread on my plate/ Pen to pad magic, they mad at it/
Cause they practice corrupt mathematics/ They subtract black love, add black shame/ Divide the black family and equal black pain/ It's hard to act sane/ when your people lack things/ The weight of your fat chains give you back pain/ Hunched over, from life's crap game/ But we brush away the residue of the crack game/ Make beauty from the tragic, seeing far pass it/ We the fantastic, Phoenix from the ashes/ So the classics flow through ink/ I'm what the game's missing like the nose on the sphinx/ That tiny little witty bitty bit of history/ That make sense of what you thought was a mystery/

Anderson Scott:
Crack sales, Black males blackmailed/ Welcome to Black hell/ Where the kids have kids and the kids grow/ to either spit flows, hit dro or pitch blow/ From the get go/ Up at the Citgo, pushing that 'Klitchko' just to get dough/ Raised to be schitzo, this life gets so/ hard on the boulevard for anybody piss po'/ Monetary dreams, solitary nightmares/ All Black kids chase all white Nike Airs/ So they gotta get their paper straight/ be it via major weight or either with the papermate/ I need a paper weight, its getting windy/ My raps start hashmark- topics so trendy/ In a world so stingy, land so shady/ jealousy and envy makes a man go crazy/ We should be committed be we're scared of commitment, hence we will never see commencement- for instance/ When its time to graduate/ we gradually gravitate to making fiends salivate, and we wind up at the magistrate/ So instead of having cake we end up with a ravaged state/ of mind trying to calculate money at a rapid pace/ We're in a rabbit race, we're getting left back/ But I'm on this fresh track, screaming "F" that!/ I've got my fist raised, my eyes wide/ I skim the history books, 'cuz that's where lies hide/ I've got my umbrella, in case the skies cry/ I smoke spliffs with my clik, ni**a HIGH 5IVE!!/ I'm a walking contradiction/ my sickness can heal afflictions/ This elixir leaves your body soothed/ Slick as karate shoes, now make your body move.

Hook
One, two step to this (4x)
Make your body move (4x)
Do your feel good dance (4x)