Basic Jazz from Beyond Reality by OBBA SUPA

Verse1
Black holes, blank canvas loud voices/
Screaming broken whispers, behind your back live the spells of the wicked/
Paranoia just a scapegoat, intuition rules the terrain of this natural way of thinking/
Obba Supa, test the arts and craft of the simple/
Provoke disturbance when we twist the path exposing real truth/
Generic pavement rap with a touch of misunderstood knowledge/
Dead but the souls of such skills still slip through the speakers/
Hungry minds board by violence mixed with knowledge/
What’s the purpose, advocate the difference in change before you expose the already known/
Poetic motions The IS, learn to breath for the sake of living/
Cut the scenes of rap start to break the image/

Black holes, black canvas, loud voices, screaming whispers

Verse2
The planet is changing, going through some phases/
Whatever happens know your life’s worth/
What’s faith when church closes its door on nits servants/
Bitch face on money means nothing/
Pissed if you hold no skills of nature/
Can your defend the self after the point you lost your cowardly weapon/
Rather swing the sharpest blade of liberation/
Crafted by the factors of spiritual foundations/
Learn/Teach up in this, no preaching/
Just the ways of my writing/
So much in the quest of why we do this/
Three hours later and now we beyond reality/
Not just stupid words to construct verses/
Internal reflected onto pages, no need for appraisal/
Rather do this alone then commit group suicide/
Just another turnover of these lost stones/
Just another turnover of these lost stones/

• Hey!Zeus.i
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Instrumental
• LearnTeach
• Lyrics
• Obba Supa
• Sounds
• Teknical Development.IS
• London