Possessions (Re-Possessed)

Vocal and Lyrics: RA Scion
Gang Vocals: Mic Jones, Audio Poet, Stik
Produced by: Solar and RA Scion
Run Time: 4:09:01

You got the doubles on ya '004 escalade
WE GOT - the ability to escalate
WE GOT - the facilities to educate
WE GOT - the ability to elevate
You got leagues of femmes to appease ya whims
WE GOT - abilities to connect with them
WE GOT - the mental faculties to respect them
WE GOT - the ability to protect them

God forgive me, I said I wouldn't do it like this
To illustrate our difference is divisive, but
We're pushin' proportions of crisis, so
We tap the power out these devices, yo

My intention is to control that which I hold
I command the rotation of planets, now what's your gold worth?
My god-speak makes the proud meek, allow me
To introduce a new form of 'devout chic'
How sweet, we crowd the streets when the clouds leak
It's been about a thousand weeks, now the drought's ceased
We tout these - virtuous precipitations, you're not impervious
You might deter the thrust with all your herbs and such
You might disturb the rush with the words you cuss
You might even try to bust with the crutch you clutch,
But son trust - you'll never conquer the righteous
Life's just transitory on this plane
I tell the queens: "sustain," and tell the gods: "maintain."
Refrain from stressin' capital gains, I remain
Lower case in my great paper chase, through grace, yo
Space and time is all mine, I share 'em in sections
Allotted for your own protection
Allah presents the presence
Number your possessions as one amongst ya blessin's

You got the chrome .45, set to shoot the gift
WE GOT - higher calibers to lift you with
WE GOT - shells that penetrate ya consciousness
WE GOT - keys to unlock restricted wrists
You got iced-out, platinum heavyweight jewels
WE GOT - metaphysical elements to sell
WE GOT - scars from walkin' through the depths of hell
WE GOT - knowledge of self, we not need nothin' else...

My crew possess strategic tactics
For those who live by - they bleed with the fabrics
Automatic cipher-cycle set to the prose
To clothes the mic'll pose threat
Exposed to light, like Hughes, the memory fades, too
I'm thinkin' back to like before phat pharm
Before mecce, before rocca's in the dresser
Way before Sean John was fuckin' donatella
We bless the jawn with strong threads
Keep it tightly knit, night shift with strong heads
Occasional braids, blow-outs and long dreads
And we're all questionin' why "as salaam"'s dead...
Goretex protects ya outer shell
But you won't stay hidden when start unzippin'
Ya three-fourths and take it to the floor w/ the force of RA
Expressin' regret, of course you are
The north star provides the light and directs
The steps of the wize, we 'bout to 'ride out' tonight
And you can come along if you desire
But choose carefully your attire

You got the cashmere laced with feaux fur ya fakes
WE GOT - genuine articles to grace ya frames
WE GOT - diamond tips that scratch fashion plates
WE GOT - materials imported from heaven's gates
You got style, finesse, high-profile success
WE GOT - the same shit for half-price or less
WE GOT...
WE GOT...