Anthony Johnson's video: HD The Spark Rough Draft By: Me GTONE

LYRICS! Diggin' through the vault I found this rough draft of a track I wrote and produced back in 04' called "The Spark"... At the time I was fazing out my Gangsta rappin' and starting to put more thought into the type of energy I was sending out into the universe. Long story short it didn't do as well as my G shit, so I pretty much walked away from rapping all together. Listening to this track just now made me wonder where I'd be now had I stuck with it these past ten years.. [GTONE][VERSE 1] Don't speak just listen to instinct and take a drink of the Land O Lake lyric to sprinkle this Let's have a think -- You ain't receiving no love it's cause you never send The only place you can't go is where you've never been Got my Africans banging the hits the best ones bet you the country elects one Cuz the whole world's claiming the clique One nation under justice my brother they're testing our Patience Organize in 20 man platoons or fill them 2-Man cell blocks They're thinking we're dumb as a bellhop Flipping monetary gains from beepers in nail shops, leaching Medicate the community cutting for the reaper for change My veins tangled up in the glory that made Cain go all out and kill his own people Holy wars show we're all evil Plenty open wounds, lead to closed tombs just cuz ain't no open doors This be the home of the brave enough to dig graves for ya and everybody look like ya the same age now you know huh They chained two slaves to Noah They made my brothers walk the plank when the flood was over but not before they made bank off 'em raped mama called it sugar to coffee Stood over pops and beat this stank off 'em Start a million man March for their memory spark the minds of the young black men its in our own pockets! [VERSE 2] Don't let 'em tell you that your struggle aint righteous don't go to the clubs don't change your lifestyle just because they're calling you lifeless ain't no questioning it might get hard it will Just remember that your life is God's. if you aint serving then you're just defeating your purpose and bluntly if you do this then your breathing for nothin' He don't give you more than you can man-handle tell the truth Ain't no reason little Cub Scout troops should have to Panhandle Why do we box a brother just to be cool with him 'fore we be friendly we gotta act a fool with him. This animal ritual call it clash of the gigantic assholes you f****** be jerking my cash flow but I drew plans for that fortify the flanks follow h2's pack enough cash to mortify the banks It happens now and again why my brother just told me he had to punkinhead his friend Ted hurt his Hand I stay above cuz my gravity's greater than most We've been invited to heaven and you're fighting the host Generate lift pumping and shooting the gift Burn it on 'em nuclear when I give you The Spark! [VERSE 3] Aliens would laugh at us, point and say you sad bastards petty plottin' be pulling up in the slab blastin pork chops be peddlin' ready rocks rappin' oblivious to pit falls until you're trapped in. Went from job to steal and rob whateva happened? Slappin just made him violent and now he's about some action. But he's leaving his shelter put on your life jacket cause if your skrilla too rilla some killa might jack it. It's just a daily routine I got my knife hackin' through this concrete jungle holding discrete bundles. Political pot smokers proficient full backers. Thrust to Weight ratio to your cheek tumble. My n***as never reason with 'em be fiendin' to diss 'em, or chop that big white house into cheap rubble.