[Chorus - Mr. I I ain't gangsta even though I grew up in the hood I just feed my people, so misunderstood Struggling (struggling), hustling (hustling), to make it right I just spread the light to help us free our minds
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[Verse 1 - Monch] E pluribus unum, all eye, ocular exam The apocalypse, back by popular Innocuous but still leave a stage with blood in my for the populous Put a in the sky "Licensed to kill" italicized my ID or "Rocky Illuminati" Haile Selassie Karate, "The Beast" Mugabi King Jaffe in the lobby with the fur made of a The eye of hoarse mouths, I am Prominent of Orion (whoa!) The reason why my stars are in (uh) The renegade, Allahu Akbar, star Tossing homemade grenades, CD's at cop cars to get the revolution to pop off Fraudulent stock, with Louis Vuitton knock-offs Hijacking helicopters, your metropolis While I'm in the cockpit, like Stephanopoulos And my oesophagus is quite atomic when I It's bioengineered The formula: divided by innovative ebonics Times lime, crushed ice and a splash of tonic Nigga my past lies are Smoking hash in a with Nostradamus At mass, discussing Martin Luther's "Free at Last" Step on my British Walkers get ass beat