The Weeping Poets Songtext
von VIC MENSA feat. Jay Electronica

I must say that I am very honored and grateful to almighty God
To all those of you who are in this audience
Who heard in the newspapers about this controversial fellow
When I read your newspapers, in truth
I wondered who you were talking about
Because I look at this fellow everyday in the mirror
And I don′t see what you see


Ain't no love but the one inside of the mirror
I had to learn that shit the hard way
Every penny I earned, paid for itself in heartbreak
Members of my team descended to fiends, Delonte
Some got murdered over ink like Ja Rule and Ashanti
That jealousy, is corrosive it burns the one that beholds it
Allah spoke to many prophets but only one of them is Moses
On top of Mount Sinai receiving signals through Wi-Fi
Let the trumpets blow for God′s Son like Olu Dara
Nas flow, I learned life was a bitch when I was 'bout five
Writing suicide notes as a mixed kid on the Southside
Switch lens to the present moment, I'm past the 27 omen
Life is short with a sense of humor, think Gary Coleman
Almost sacrificed it getting high at my depressive lowest
Fighting temptations like "ain′t nobody came to see you Otis!"
I found vision through all the shade, like Stevie′s focus
I lost friendships that parted ways
Like an animal shelter they caught a stray
Me and my dawgs learned to be ferocious
All y'all niggas know is to hate, guess they xenophobic
Sometimes an evil man can be a decent solider

Let my tears fall on the page for the weeping poets
If you will repudiate me
Then repudiate me as a liar
But if I speak the truth tonight
Shut your mouth!
Shut your mouth!
I will stake my life on what I say
Will you stake your life on what you say?

Weeping Poets
Sorrow and grief behind Us
Satanic Beast is before Us
A Table of Feast to bestow Us for mastering street heroics
Even as the chalk dry
It′s still waters We walk by
So when We hear Takbir
All We say is Allah U Akbar
Like a Stranger in Palestine hurling molotovs at a cop car


It's strictly by faith we got far
Jay Electphantomoftheshakras
Ruler of Zamunda
The Great King Joffre Joffer
Spitting Old Testament
New Testament and Apocrypha
Victory is in Our clutches like Mensa
Hablar mi que tu piensas
Desde 1930 The Mahdi been at Our Center
Bismillah Boys in the building giving Light out to The Children
Like a lighthouse to the pilgrims
Like the Sun to the whole six sextillion
I pledge my life to the Christ Syllabus like Maximus did Aurelius
Turn the eardrum to a umbilicus
As I spit that you could never get rid of us
Since Genesis, Exodus and ′Viticus, I been at war with Darth Sidious