K.O.S. (Determination) [feat. Vinia Mojica]

So many emcees focusing on black people extermination

We keep it balanced with that knowledge of self determination

It's hot, we be blowing the spots, with conversations

Come on let's smooth it out like Soul Sensation

We in the house like Japanese in Japan or Koreans in Korea

Head to Philly and free Mumia with the kujichagulia, true

Singing is swinging and writing is fighting

But what they writing got us clashing like titans it's not exciting

No question, being a black man is demanding

The fire's in my eyes and the flames need fanning

The fire's in my eyes and the flames need fanning

The fire's in my eyes and the flames need fanning

With that what? Knowledge of self, determination

With that what? Knowledge of self, determination

With that what? Knowledge of self, determination

With that what? Knowledge of self, determination

Things I say and do may not come quite through

My words may not convey just what I'm feeling (Yes, yes, come on, yes, yes)

Knowledge of self is like life after death

With that you never worry about your last breath

Death comes, that's how I'm living, it's the next days

The flesh goes underground, the book of life, flip the page

Yo, they asking me how old, we living the same age

I feel the rage of a million **** locked inside a cage

At exactly which point do you start to realize

That life without knowledge is death in disguise?

That's why, knowledge of self is like life after death

Apply it to your life, let destiny manifest

Different day, same confusion

We're gonna take this hip-hop shit and keep it moving, shed a little light

Now y'all blooming like a flower with the power of the evident

Voices and drums, original instruments

In the flesh presently presenting my representation

With that what? Knowledge of self, determination

With that what? Knowledge of self, determination

Things I say and do may not come quite through

With that what? Knowledge of self, determination

With that what? Knowledge of self, determination

My words may not convey just what I'm feeling

With that what? Knowledge of self, determination

Things I say and do may not come quite through

My words may not convey just what I'm feeling

The most important time in history is now, the present

So count your blessings 'cause time can't define the essence

But you stressing over time and you follow the Roman calendar

These people into cloning like Gattaca

You can bet they trying to lock you down like Attica, the African diaspora

Represents strength in numbers, a giant can't slumber forever

I know you gotta get that cheddar, whatever

Aye yo, I heard you twice the first time, money, get it together

You must be history, you repeating yourself outta the pages

You keeping yourself depleting your spiritual wealth

That quick cash'll get your ass quick fast in the houses of detention

Inner city concentration camps, where no one pays attention

Or mentions the ascension of death, till nothing's left

The young, gifted and black are sprung addicted to crack

All my people where y'all at? 'Cause y'all ain't here

Where y'all at?

And your hero's using your mind as a canvas to paint fear

With broad brush strokes and tales of incarceration

You get out of jail with that knowledge of self determination

Stand in ovation because you put the hue in Human

Cause and effect, effect everything you do and that's why I got love in the face of hate

Hands steady so the lines in the mental illustration is straight

The thought you had don't even contemplate

Infinite like figure eight, there's no escape

From that what? Knowledge of self, determination

From that what? Knowledge of self, determination

From that what? Knowledge of self, determination

From that what? Knowledge of self, determination

Things I say and do may not come quite through (Yes, yes)

My words may not convey just what I'm feeling

Things I say and do may not come quite through

My words may not convey just what I'm feeling

With the funky singing by Miss Vinia Mojica

With the funky singing by Miss Vinia Mojica

Knowledge of self

Things I say and do may not come quite through

My words may not convey just what I'm feeling

Things I say and do may not come quite through

My words may not convey just what I'm feeling

What I'm feeling

Ooh, what I'm feeling

Woo, woo, what I'm feeling