Ras Kass: You want to talk to God? God never sleeps.
Chorus Ras Kass: Now what came first the chicken or the egg? God: Armageddon. Ras Kass: A arm a leg a leg a arm a head. Headin in your direction. The riddle was the answer to the question. Born of the flesh what is perfection
Ras Kass: Inside my mother's womb doomed to return to the tomb. Or was it from the dead I was raised? All too soon to pay, on judgement day, Is this beginning or the ending, Died sinning, still winning, still grinning. This ending, verdict still pending, born pretending, Three-hundred billion men, women, and children. Deja vu, could be I'm dreaming, But we all ask for divine reason, While still breathing, and until leaving. Who?, What?, When? Where?, How? But most of all why?
God: Why what?
Ras Kass: Do we live just to die?
God: The Book of Haden. Way before the after God pitting heads. No God for me, mathematically, in division. My decision was all inventions. I need not mention infinite dementions. But the human mind's flaw was limited comprehension. So while you try to travle to Mars and the stars, The God manifests through the entire universe. From the Sun, Moon, the Earth. I created man in my image and the black man was first. The scientific explanation, yea I made man out of dirt.
Ras Kass: But how can a man be first, when its the woman that's giving birth?
God: Listen, single-celled organisms. The homosapien, the albanein
Ras Kass: What's that?
God: White people.
Ras Kass: They keep the world seperate and unequal.
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