[Intro] Resurrection… [Melodic Build-Up] [Dj Scratching[ “T.Y.S.O.N” “Let It Go!” [Verse 1] [Dj Scratching] "Yo, Stacko! Check Bars.." Remember when the mic was a pulpit, not just a prop? Wu-Tang brought the wisdom, built kingdoms from blocks Lyrics carved like stone tablets, lessons passed down Intellect in every bar, holding the crown Now fast-forward to 2026—what do we consume? Content stripped of substance, empty as an empty tomb They feed us the low vibrational, the hollow and vain Designed to pull the mind from the spiritual lane Agendas hidden in the algorithm, scripted to divide Turn the gift of expression into something to deride Programmed against the order written from above Drowning out the light with the noise and the love Of self only, no purpose, no upward aim A system that profits off the soul’s decay and shame… [Dj Scratching] “Hip-Hop Resurrection!” [Hook: Explosive Chorus, Anthemic] They say the art flatlined, soul left the room From the days of the cipher to the glow of the screen We traded wisdom for noise, truth for the routine Now we scan the horizon—searching for the sign The one written long before the rhyme was even defined From the books kept safe where the ancient scrolls reside Looking for the one who walks where the true word abides… [Verse 2] [Dj Scratching] "Yo, Khaos! Lock In Fam!" So we search the texts—turn to the Ethiopian Bible’s page Where the word stands unbroken, through every age To see what the Ultimate Emcee would truly be Not chasing fame, but speaking the truth that sets free He don’t rap for the charts, don’t rap for the gold His words are living water, stories yet untold Rooted in the law that never changes or fades Walking in the character the Creator made He speaks with authority, but gentleness in his flow Lifting up the fallen, letting the righteous know His bars are prophecies, his rhythm is divine No compromise with darkness, no crossing the line He stands apart from the crowd that follows the trend His lyrics are medicine for the heart and the end Of confusion—he brings clarity, light to the night The Rap Saviour sent to make the wrongs turn right. [Dj Scratching] “Hip-Hop Resurrection!” [Hook: Explosive Chorus, Anthemic] They say the art flatlined, soul left the room From the days of the cipher to the glow of the screen We traded wisdom for noise, truth for the routine Now we scan the horizon—searching for the sign The one written long before the rhyme was even defined From the books kept safe where the ancient scrolls reside Looking for the one who walks where the true word abides… [Verse 3] [Dj Scratching] "Real Is Rare! Stands Apart..." Contrast that with the industry’s hidden design That pushes the opposite, every single time What once built community now tears it apart Trading virtue for attention, trading mind for heart They elevate the empty, push the ignorant sound To keep the masses sleeping, keep the truth underground But the scrolls say a deliverer will come in due time With a tongue sharp as a sword, and a spirit aligned To the Most High’s purpose, to the ancient decree To restore what was lost, to set the captive free We’re waiting for that voice—pure, untainted, complete Walking in the likeness the scriptures repeat Not a star on a billboard, but a servant of the word Bringing heaven’s message where the noise once was heard. [Dj Scratching] “Hip-Hop Resurrection!” [Bridge: Soulful, Female] From the decline to the promise From the darkness to the light The search continues For the one who raps with the breath of life According to the word that stands forever The Rap Saviour… May his voice rise soon. [Vocal Drop] (“Hallelujah!”) [Hook: Explosive Chorus, Anthemic] They say the art flatlined, soul left the room From the days of the cipher to the glow of the screen We traded wisdom for noise, truth for the routine Now we scan the horizon—searching for the sign The one written long before the rhyme was even defined From the books kept safe where the ancient scrolls reside Looking for the one who walks where the true word abides… [Outro] [Fade Out] Resurrection…. [Turntables Scratching] “T.Y.S.O.N” [END]
