“Whom do we aspire to reflect on peoples death / Who’s entertainment shall we sing our agony of our hopes

That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us will suddenly / suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success?

The last imbecile to dream that dream is dead / He was killed by the saviors of his own dream / Our movement

Im not a human being into no spirtual shit, / a Spiritual being manifested as a human that’s it / When I spit I spray thoughts that’s representing my life /
Yo I step into the spot leave niggas open like mics / Take on em on a tour /
Explore psychologies of war / Things you can’t imagine if you’ve never seen em before / Shorties come back raw / Straight out the c- 74 / I welcome them back to the worldthey think is run by laws / The world is run by men who use laws for tools / I come thru war tactics like Shaka Zulu / Mcs is soft like play-doh / 
I shape ‘em / smash em to pieces / volunteer Slaves crave the words i’m painting / The masterpieces / You hear em on the radio babbling / But the truth is traveling with the word / As they’re flying through the air like a javelin / Unraveling like a verdict” 

- Reflection Eternal/Talib Kweli (2000 Seasons)