Equilibrial was written and recorded by The Omen. Produced by 6th Boro.
This is an excerpt from the Mixtape Kim Jong ILL Released November 23, 2012
D/L Link: http://www.sendspace.com/file/2nf8t1
Talking: This is like History rewritten. This is like a Negro Spiritual right here. Well fuck it though. We gon' get nasty on em. It's The Omen.
Materialistic visions. Realistically living in this quaint position.
Money ain't an issue. G4's and M5's religiously.
Slave to an industry that traps blacks and sets them free.
At least in my eye which sits high atop a pyramid found in pockets of the common man.
It's all in the plan. The order is new.
The world is sacred. Ancient scriptures got me questioning existence.
Conflicted with the matrix.
I'm hatin' what this earth is human beings have cursed it.
It's really only so long before the truth will resurface.
I'm nervous as I ponder "Damn, I think that I've just said too much"
Just know that someone took notice if I'm dead in two months.
Spare the non-believers, I've deceived the demons I was once intrigued with.
Regurgitate all of this food for thought like bulimics.
& like a Phoenix I rose from blunt ashes in the most passionate of fashions
recollecting how this all happened.
Ok, Trapping is a Trap & Jesus was black.
Niggas built the white house how ironic is that?
Erected pyramids we came from blood money and riches.
Trekked it from the dog star the Annunaki ditched us from
China down to Mali from Chile back to Peru.
Moors laid the framework for masonry and gave tools to the devil.
How'd they thanks us? They edit us out our history.
I ain't say it was all lies I'm saying read your history.
Well heaven knows I have the best intentions.
This is perfection perfected within a balanced between an opposed connection.
This is strictly equilibrial, or sinister meets cynical.
Maniacal breathing life in a biological spectrum of recollected broad perspectives.
Dressed eclectically, respectively.
I'm beautiful aesthetically and superlative phonetically.
Proper etiquette I'm adequate you niggas don't equate your inadequate.
I'm dwelling in an elaborate labyrinth what the fuck is madness?
living lavish. Tokyo Couture.
Drew Pearson snapback. Air Jordan III "pures".
Coke White bout to take flight. Lit like a guiding light.
The highest heights I'm on one.
Gassed like a cyanide chamber I unleash a couple canisters in anger.
Empty out the drum clip and let my middle finger dangle (uh)
Dreamweaver, Dreamweaver, weaver me a dream.
Let me know there's more to life than the unholiness I've seen.