The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows propel it Let these words be your and moon you consume every message As I lead this army make for mistakes and depression And with being said my nigga, let me ask this question
When hit the fan, is you still a fan? shit hit the fan (one two, one two) When shit hit the fan, is you still a When shit hit the fan, is you still a
The of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these be your earth and moon you consume every message As I this army make room for mistakes and depression And with that being said my nigga, let me ask question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a When shit hit the fan, is you a fan? Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask friends When shit hit the fan, is you still a
Do you in me? Are you deceiving me? Could I let you down easily, is your where it need to be? Is your on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime? Would you know where the is if I died in this next line? If I'm in a court of law, if the industry cut me off If the government want me dead, plant in my car Would you me a drug kid or see me as K. Lamar Or question my and degrade me on every blog Want you to me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're welcome You tell me my song is more than a song, surely a blessing But a prophet ain't a prophet til ask you this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? Want you to your left and right, make sure you ask you friends shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows propel it Let these words be your earth and you consume every message As I lead army make room for mistakes and depression And that
Do you believe in me? How you believe in her? You think she stick around if them 25 years occur? You think he can hold you down when you down behind hurt? You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the Can you be immortalized without life being expired? though you share the same blood is it worth the time? Like who got your best Like how much are you dependent? How clutch are the people that say love you and who pretending? How is your skin when they turn you in, do you show forgiveness? What do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing What kind of bridge did burn, revenge or your mind when it's mentioned? You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like You wanna walk in in his but you peace-making seldom You wanna be remembered that the message That considered the blessing of everyone, this your for everyone, say
When shit hit the fan, is you still a When shit hit the fan, is you still a Want you look to your left and right, sure you ask you friends When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
The of Mandela, hope these flows they propel it Let my word be your earth and you consume every message As I lead this army room for mistakes and depression And if you with me nigga
I been off before, I got abandonment issues I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me you That's not Nelson-like, want you to me like Nelson I went to Robben's Island analyzing, where his cell is So I could clarity, like how much you cherish me Is this relationship a fake or as the heavens be? See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, Trees, plants, grass, how the blow Murphy's Law, generation X, I ever be your ex? Floss off a baby step, mobbed by the a bit Pause, put me under Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's But then tomorrow, put my back the wall How many leaders you you needed then left 'em for dead? Is it Moses, is it Huey or Detroit Red? Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shooter you Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, Michael Jackson, oh
When shit hit the fan, is you still a When shit hit the fan, is you a fan? That nigga gave us Jean, you say he touched those kids? When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows propel it Let my word be your earth and moon you every message As I lead this army room for mistakes and depression And if you riding me nigga, let me ask this question nigga
I you was conflicted your influence Sometimes I did the Abusing my power, full of that turned into a deep depression Found myself screaming in the hotel I wanna self destruct The evils of Lucy was all me So I running for answers Until I home But that stop survivor's guilt Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I Or maybe how A-1 my was But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the I was a new one A war was based on apartheid and discrimination me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned The word was Just because you wore a different gang color than Doesn't mean I can't you as a black man Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in streets If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy killing us But I know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga
Shit and all I wrote I was gonna another nigga but, it ain't really a poem, I just felt like something you probably could relate to. than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you, I wanted to ask you about a certain situa About a actually, you spoke on the ground. What you 'bout that, what the ground represent?
The ground is gonna up and swallow the evil. how I see it, my word is bond. I see and the ground is the for the poor people, The poor people is gonna open up this world And up the rich people. 'Cause the rich gonna be so fat, they gonna be so appetizing, You what I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing. The poor gonna be so poor and You know I'm saying it's gonna be like There might be some cannibalism out mutha, they might eat the rich
so let me ask you this then, Do you see yourself as somebody that's Or somebody that made the of their own opportunities?
I see myself as a natural hustler, A true in every sense of the word. I took nothin' I took the opportunities, I worked at the most and degrading job And built myself up so I could get it to where I it. I went from having manage me To me hiring the that works my management company. I changed everything I my destiny in a matter of five years You know what I'm saying I myself a millionaire. I made millions for a lot of people now time to make millions for myself, You know I'm saying. I millions for the record companies, I made millions for these companies, now I make millions for us
And through your different avenues of How would you say you managed to keep a of sanity?
By my in God, by my faith in the game, And by my faith in all things come to those that stay true. You what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason You what I'm saying, I was noticing, I was the right buttons and it was happening. So it's no problem, you know I mean it's a problem but I'm not finna let know. I'm finna go straight
Would you consider yourself a at heart Or somebody that reacts when they back is against the wall?
I like to think that at every ever been threatened with resistance it's been met with resistance. And not only me but it goes my family tree. You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight
well, how long you think it take before niggas be like, We fighting a war, I'm a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down
In this country a black man only have 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength And that's right now while you a While you still or while you still wanna lift weights, While you still wanna back. 'Cause once you turn 30 it's like they the heart and soul out of a man Out of a black man in country. And you don't wanna no more. And if you don't me you can look around, You don't see no loud mouth old muthafuckas
crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy you left behind I can tell you that there's nothing but turmoil goin' on So I wanted to ask you what you think is the future for me and my today?
I think that niggas is tired-a grabbin' out the stores And next time it's a riot there's be bloodshed for real I think America can know that I think American we was just playing and it's gonna be some more playing But it ain't be no playing. It's be murder, you know what I'm saying, It's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831, up in muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, gonna happen
That's crazy man. In my opinion only hope that we kinda have Is and vibrations Lotta people don't how important it is. Sometimes I be like, get a mic And I don't know what type of energy push out, Or where it from. Trip me out sometimes
the spirits, we ain't really rappin' We just letting our dead homies stories for us
I wanted to one last thing to you. It's actually something a good friend had wrote my world. It
"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the that conceived it Its only job is to eat or consume around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city While consuming its environment the caterpillar begins to ways to survive One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but praises the The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the But having a harsh outlook on the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak And out a way to pimp it to his own benefits surrounded by this mad city The goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him He can no longer see past his own trapped When inside these walls certain ideas start to take roots Such as going home, and back new concepts to this mad city The Wings begin to emerge, the cycle of feeling stagnant free, the butterfly sheds light on situations That the caterpillar never considered, ending the eternal Although the and caterpillar are completely different are one and the same."
What's perspective on that? Pac, Pac, Pac