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lyrics
The myth begins as a lump of clay; another
summer day of collecting taxes and bundled grains.
There’s always some king, czar, or a lord,
Or a warmonger’s candelabras glowin over harpsichords.
The saviors are always men lettin their wives and
daughters sway in the wind as they’re awaitin the end,
Or they’re just depicted as reasons to pillage, feed or filling in
brutes’ bellies seasoned with the spectres of screaming children.
The planet unravels as it spins, rabbis tappin chins.
An eleventh plague, upon every page is a pathogen.
Some fools stumble into wisdom when intoxicated,
Others kill their brothers for nothing with a rock of ages.
Marks of Cain in slaughter committed under the Star of David.
Assimilated from traumatized to the trauma shapin.
Slain our neighbors for power, money, and bargained favors.
Ground our golden rule to dust, and now we’ve gone endangered.
HOOK x2:
Exiled out the way, proud, ashamed.
No two sides of the story sound the same.
Logic says it’s shocking we’re around today
and all it took was 400 pounds of clay.
The only finished Golem is man and all the spirits
we’ve lifted and broken to smoke over sand.
Waiting for Lilith to strike, or a pillage incited by royal-
ty who kill what they like to over suspicion or spite.
Harbingers of the brimstone, partisans in their stead,
who were armed to the neck with old weaponry from Skid Row.
Barrellin through the front lines of the Reich,
rescued Jewish children in disguises at night.
The myth we tell ourselves could save us from the depths of Hell.
Family secrets buried in dead languages, etched in grails.
What they don’t teach you at yeshiva, reading the Talmud,
between Adam’s first breath, and his birthright of wild woods.
What Jewish kids learn losin innocence to violence.
a charm of protection expellihn spirits alive again.
David slew Goliath with a rock, then taught Solomon,
“We have to make a monster of our own or we’ll die from them.”
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this is a beautifully cerebral, abstract hip-hop masterpiece, woods and elucid are monstrous on this record, i am honored to own a physical copy from these hip-hop legends joshuassites
