Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

The of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it
Let these words be your earth and moon you every message
As I lead this make room for mistakes and depression
And with being said my nigga, let me ask this question

When shit hit the fan, is you still a
When hit the fan (one two, one two)
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, my flows they propel it
Let these words be earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make room for mistakes and
And with that being my nigga, let me ask this question

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a
Want you look to your left and right, sure you ask your friends
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?

Do you in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you easily, is your heart where it need to be?
Is smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?
you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?
If I'm tried in a of law, if the industry cut me off
If the government want me dead, cocaine in my car
you judge me a drug kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or my character 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, very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's a blessing
But a prophet a prophet til they ask you this question:

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
Want you look to your left and right, sure you ask you friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they it
Let words be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I this army make room for mistakes and depression
And with

Do you believe in me? How you believe in her?
You think she gon' stick around if them 25 occur?
You think he can hold you down when you behind bars hurt?
You y'all on common ground if you promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without your being expired?
Even though you share the same blood is it the time?
Like who got your best interest? Like how are you dependent?
How clutch are the people that say love you and who pretending?
How tough is your skin when they turn you in, do you show
What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from offended
What of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing
What kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or your when it's mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be Nelson
You wanna walk in in his shoes but you peace-making
You wanna be remembered delivered the message
That considered the of everyone, this your lesson for everyone, say

shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Want you look to left and right, make sure you ask you friends
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

The voice of Mandela, hope these flows propel it
Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every
As I lead army make room for mistakes and depression
And if you ridin' with me

I been wrote off before, I got abandonment
I hold grudges like bad judges, let me resent 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 find clarity, like how much you cherish me
Is this a fake or real 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?
off a baby step, mobbed by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under
under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect
But then tomorrow, put my back against the
How many leaders you said you needed then 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit
Is it Luther, JFK, shooter you assassin
Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Jackson, oh

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, hope my they propel it
Let my be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead army make room for mistakes and depression
And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask question nigga

I you was conflicted
Misusing your
Sometimes I did the
my power, full of resentment
Resentment that into a deep depression
myself screaming in the hotel room
I didn't self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I went running for
Until I home
But that didn't stop survivor's
Going back and forth trying to convince myself the I earned
Or maybe how A-1 my was
But while my loved was fighting the continuous war back in the city
I was a new one
A war that was based on and discrimination
Made me go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned
The was respect
Just you wore a different gang color than mines
mean I can't respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the and hurt we caused each other in these streets
If I respect you, we unify and stop the from killing us
But I know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga

and that's all I wrote
I was gonna call another nigga but, it really a poem,
I just felt it's something you probably could relate to.
Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to at you,
I wanted to ask you about a certain situa
a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.
What you mean that, what the ground represent?

The ground is open up and swallow the evil.
That's how I see it, my is bond.
I see and the ground is the for the poor people,
The poor people is gonna up this whole world
And swallow up the people.
'Cause the people gonna be so fat, they gonna be so appetizing,
You know I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing.
The poor be so poor and hungry
You know what I'm saying it's gonna be
There might be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the

so let me ask you this then,
Do you see as somebody that's rich
Or somebody that the best of their own opportunities?

I see as a natural born hustler,
A true hustler in sense of the word. I took nothin'
I the opportunities, I worked at the most menial and degrading job
And built myself up so I get it to where I owned it.
I from having somebody manage me
To me hiring the that works my management company.
I changed I realized my destiny in a matter of five years
You what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.
I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make for myself,
You know I'm saying.
I millions for the record companies,
I made for these movie companies, now I make millions for us

And through your avenues of success
How you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?

By my faith in God, by my in the game,
And by my faith in all good things come to those that true.
You know what I'm saying, and it was to me for a reason
You know 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 let them know.
I'm finna go straight

Would you consider a fighter at heart
Or somebody that only reacts when they back is the wall?

I to think that at every opportunity
I've ever threatened with resistance it's been met with resistance.
And not only me but it down my family tree.
You know what I'm saying, in my veins to fight back

Aight well, how long you 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 you a teenager
While you still strong or while you wanna lift weights,
While you wanna shoot back.
'Cause once you 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of a man
Out of a man in this country.
And you don't wanna no more.
And if you believe me you can look around,
You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old

That's crazy, because me being one of offspring of the legacy you left behind
I can truly tell you that there's nothing but goin' on
So I wanted to ask you what you think is the for me and my generation today?

I that niggas is tired-a grabbin' shit out the stores
And next time it's a riot there's be bloodshed for real
I don't America can know that
I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be more playing
But it gonna be no playing.
It's gonna be murder, you know I'm saying,
It's gonna be Nat Turner, 1831, up in this muthafucka.
You know what I'm saying, it's gonna

That's crazy man. In my opinion hope that we kinda have left
Is music and
Lotta people understand how important it is.
I be like, get behind a mic
And I don't know type of energy I'mma push out,
Or where it from. Trip me out sometimes

Because the spirits, we ain't really
We just our dead homies tell stories for us

I wanted to read one thing to you.
It's actually something a good friend had describing my world.
It

"The caterpillar is a to the streets that conceived it
Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it, in 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 him, but praises the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the
But having a harsh outlook on life the sees the butterfly as weak
And out a way to pimp it to his own benefits
Already surrounded by this mad
The caterpillar goes to work on the which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see his own thoughts
trapped
When trapped inside these certain ideas start to take roots
as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city
The
Wings begin to emerge, the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the sheds light on situations
That the caterpillar never considered, ending the struggle
Although the and caterpillar are completely different
are one and the same."

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