Torches Up

There’s an African Proverb that states “The child not embraced by the village, will burn it down to feel its warmth”

Maniacs Made in America, Torches Up

I remember when my love wasn’t enough
And how that taught me to stop giving a fuck
Like fuck you too
If you ain’t down to light this bitch up
Stomping in
Stomping on them
Devil’s trying to close
Turning white sheets and sheep to ghost
Building thrones all over the world on their bones
Dead Leaves, Maggots and Shekels

Bitchmade white sheets, white tee wannabe Hims
The false idols and their friends
All in the scope
I’m trying not to grin

Been waiting a long time
Virtue of patience became accuracy
Can’t miss like God’s aiming the gun for me
Just a quiet exhale as I squeeze

Remember me

The one that said to leave me alone
But you ain’t listen

Now I’ve got no home,
And no reason for you not to come up missing

Why not aim for the dome
Fuck all you bitches
Buck all you bitches
20 gauge to the face
Flames for all you bitches

Enough is enough
How many children and women gotta disappear before you down to make these devils eat dust
Bust until it’s empty then reload until that mf rust
Rise and repeat, no justice no peace
Now is the time for the blood of the Maggots to start flooding the streets
Golden Shark Fins with a sharp wind, hunting the beast
An Ascendant of the Amazigh
Born free and down to kill for Liberty
Is you with me
Then let’s lift them torches up

Power to the People
Viva La Revolution until we equals
Allahu Akbar, welcome to the sequel
That we’re giving to God, as a prequel

To Heaven on Earth
Torches Up

This one’s for the Fighters, the Riders, the Warriors
Torches Up

The Seers, the Believers, the Chosen Ones
Torches Up

The Riverside, the Revolutionary, as real as they come
Torches Up

Let’s get to work until the war is won
Torches Up

Until there’s True Justice and True Liberty, for all of us
Torches Up

Eternal Vigilance, that is the price of Liberty
Torches Up

I see white sheets burning in the breeze
Torches Up

Solidarity finally killed so-called supremacy
Torches Up

Us, Ours and We over corruption and greed
Torches Up

Ignorance is Obsolete
Torches Up

Not for sale
We about to raise hell
Lift Your Torches Up
And tell them devil’s farewell

Au Revoir
Excuse my French but the guillotine said fuck all you’ll
And my Haitian Machete says revenge is God’s law
Revolutionary, them bitch made mfs is all talk

Let La Velvet Glove Moon walk
All across
They throat and their hearts
Cause they Marks
And unwelcome all around these parts
Where we spark
For Liberty and Justice for All
And I dare you to say I ain’t free when this desert eaze is next to your jaw
And we’ll see if just one shot can take your head off

Currently disgusted by the status quo
The back stabbing friendly foes
Or the lost hoes, with no goals
That don’t recognize real gold

Silly rabbits fucking with all the rapists, racist, child molesters and human traffickers that should’ve been gone

The Shekels, cointelpro
Them Devils, them innuendos

The Colonialist
The Zionist
The sold out politics
The greedy capitalist
The too big to fail Banks
The enemies of change
The fortune and fame

The Fake

And the list goes
On
And on

Practicing Juju
Listening to Badu
While shitting of you devils
Not one of you cowards on my level
Hand on my heart, pledging Allegiance to God
Hello

Yeah I know yous a fraud
Saw that shit straight off
Looked at the roots, then looked at you
like nah

So I prayed and asked God if I can take your head off
He said vengeance is mine
And at the same time
I felt my right hand turn to ice
Is that naughty or nice

Could’ve swore I said to repent
But you didn’t
So now you bitches
Get to burn
In the People’s inferno

Stand Up
And fight back
-Viva La Revolution

The Wrath
Is back
In all black
-Viva La Revolution

The Wrath
Is back
On the attack
-Viva La Revolution

The Wrath of God
We stand on that
-Viva La Revolution

On fire rising higher
Die devils die
-Viva La Revolution

On fire rising higher
Die devils die
-Viva La Revolution

On fire rising higher
Die devils die
-Viva La Revolution

If you in the field
Let’s burn the house down

If you from the field
Let’s burn the house down

If you a freedom fighter for real
Let’s burn the house down

Me A Moor

We stand for truth like Moorish Spain
The Shekels and us are not the same
No puedes sentarte con nosotras

We stand for truth like Moorish Spain
The Maggots and us are not the same
No puedes sentarte con nosotras

We stand for truth like Moorish Spain
The Dead Leaves and us are not the same
No puedes sentarte con nosotras

Get off my dick you punk bitch
Mind your fucking business
Take that rumor has it bullshit
And fall into a 6ft ditch
Dig it
Me A Moor
And I bare witness
No God but Allah
And He said you’ll pretending
Fugazis
Of course you false idols hate me
But I don’t give a fuck, it’s the Father that made me
We flying, you’ll fallen
Escudo Nacional de México
Moreno
Fuck you fake hoes
Going to keep the fire blazing till all of you snakes are gone
In the Golden Gardens of Eden feasting on all of God’s foes
Of course God knows
He’s the one that bled you MFs dry
And I bet your bitch ass knows why
BB (88) Butcher, hand me a knife
Fire up the cooker, just give me the light
Kingston, Reggaeton, Cajun spice
Eating good for life
Burning your hood if it’s white
Thought I told you, this is God’s Side

Waiting for God to say go
And then all you devils is gone
Amen

If them Shekels ever hit you with the no echos,
shoot them in the face
If them Maggots ever called you a faggot,
shoot them in the face
If them Dead Leaves ever tried to make your life misery,
shoot them in the face

If they Woozy, shoot them in the face

Your Brother in Love and Truth
Rakeem G. Rivers
The Riverside Alchemist