Hermeneutics

Verse one:

(page one)

Uh-oh, you done awakened a sleeping giant

Partying like it's 1999 but you ain't y2k compliant

The room falls silent as i open the word

Second time around, you found it wasn't what you was

Hopin you heard

Lookin for something sacred to justify your hatred

Take it out of context and get it twisted like fake

Dreads

See, it's all in the interpretation

You go to god's church and praise him, then monday

Through saturday worship satan

Y'all turbocharged cats need to learn some patience,

Get off the fast track

Y'all fluctuating worse than the nasdaq

Invest a little time to study

Lest history repeat itself, and everybody knows that

History is bloody

Mankind will eat itself, left to its own devices

Recognize and submit to the will of he who alone is

Righteous

Rebelling for the sake of rebelling against the

Orthodox

Stickin and movin but your arms are just too short to

Box

Seems y'all was lookin for a new problem to solve and

Found it

Ain't nothin new under the sun, yo i revolve around

It

Ah, but i digress, you look bewildered

I guess you couldn't digest the unfiltered

Chorus:

Catchin visions, dreaming dreams, but everything ain't

What it seems

If i don't really mean what i say, who can say what i

Really mean

You theorize, but can you prove it? it's not the crowd

But how you move it

It's not the gift but how you shoot it, it's all

Hermaneutics

(repeat)

Verse two:

(soul plasma)

I catapult through this verse and hit you hard where

It hurts

Yo, how you make a living without putting in work

I seek and insert hands to the dirt, making the

Church

Out your neck your words flirt and flatter, we see ya

Pass ya

You minor type, fearing life, low in your fahrenheit

Claim you cold on the mic but you the luke warm type

We storm your party, rock your body, spitting gems wit

Content

We constant on the rise like global crisis

Y'all falling like the night is from stalling with

Your time

You're faltered in your mind, lacking the will to have

A spine

That's the matter of fact, the fact is you stand

Behind

Check the hermeneutics, how you gon' build and scared

To climb

It's a fine line between prime and old-school shine

You can rise to power and fall the same hour

Taste, the pride is sour, cowards is changing their

Face

They trying to take it from god but ain't got what it

Takes

(repeat chorus)

Verse three:

(page one)

Now who has the skills tight like asthma

Page one up in your section with soul plasma

The authentic, you can't simulate, we stimulate

Minds some would consider eccentric, the genuine

Article

Detonate this bomb and then you('re) in particles

Resonate with the scholastic, true-blue new classic

(soul plasma)

Plastic, your theory after the silent passage

Speaks with lashes, now who's the has-been

But then again these 66 books could never stretch

Thin

Guess again and again, lose 'cause the truth just is

Loose justice percussion substance stayin flush

Simply soul and page one, the interpretation is we're

Dope enough

(repeat chorus to end)