Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

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 with that said my nigga, let me ask this question

shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When 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 ghost of Mandela, my flows they propel it
Let these words be your and moon you consume every message
As I lead army make room for mistakes and depression
And that being said my nigga, let me ask this question

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

Do you in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you easily, is your heart where it need to be?
Is your on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?
Would you know where the sermon is if I died in next line?
If I'm tried in a court of law, if the cut me off
If the government me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or question my character and degrade me on every
you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very
You tell me my is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:

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

The ghost of Mandela, my flows they propel it
Let these words be your earth and you consume every message
As I lead this army 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 think on common ground if you promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without your life expired?
Even though you share the blood is it worth the time?
Like who got your interest? Like how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the people say they love you and who pretending?
How tough is your skin when they turn you in, do you forgiveness?
What brush do you bend when dusting your from being offended
What kind of den did 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 shoes but you peace-making
You wanna be that 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 your and right, make sure you ask you friends
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?

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

I wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like, want you to me like Nelson
I went to Robben's Island analyzing, that's where his is
So I could find clarity, like how much you me
Is relationship 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, will I be your ex?
off a baby step, mobbed by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under
Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's
But then tomorrow, put my against the wall
How many leaders you said you needed then 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin Luther, JFK, you assassin
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 gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?

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

I remember you was
Misusing your
Sometimes I did the
my power, full of resentment
Resentment that turned into a depression
Found myself screaming in the room
I didn't self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I went running for
I came home
But that didn't stop guilt
back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
Or how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved was fighting the continuous war back in the city
I was a new one
A war was based on apartheid and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to the city and the homies what I learned
The word was
because you wore a different gang color than mines
Doesn't I can't respect you as a black man
all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets
If I respect you, we unify and the enemy from killing us
But I don't know, I'm no 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.
Other than that, now that I got a chance to holla at you,
I always wanted to ask you a certain situa
About a actually, you spoke on the ground.
you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?

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

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

I see myself as a natural hustler,
A hustler in every 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 could get it to I owned it.
I went having somebody manage me
To me hiring the person that works my company.
I changed everything I my destiny in a matter of five years
You know what I'm saying I made a millionaire.
I made millions for a lot of now it's time to make millions for myself,
You what I'm saying.
I millions for the record companies,
I made millions for movie companies, now I make millions for us

And through your different of success
How would you say you to keep a level of sanity?

By my in God, by my faith in the game,
And by my in all good things come to those that stay true.
You know 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 a problem but I'm not finna let them know.
I'm go straight through

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

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

Aight well, how long you think it before niggas be like,
We a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down

In this country a man only have like 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength
And that's right now while you a
While you still strong or while you still wanna weights,
While you wanna shoot back.
'Cause once you turn 30 it's 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 see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas

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

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

That's man. In my opinion only hope that we kinda have left
Is and vibrations
people don't understand how important it is.
Sometimes I be like, get a mic
And I don't know what of energy I'mma push out,
Or it comes from. Trip me out sometimes

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

I to read one last thing to you.
actually something a good friend had wrote describing my world.
It

"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that it
Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it, in order to protect from this mad city
While consuming its the caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive
One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty the caterpillar
But having a harsh outlook on the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to it to his own benefits
Already by this mad city
The caterpillar goes to on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see his own thoughts
He's
When trapped these walls certain ideas start to take roots
Such as going home, and bringing new concepts to this mad city
The
Wings begin to emerge, the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly light on situations
the caterpillar never considered, ending the eternal struggle
Although the and caterpillar are completely different
are one and the same."

What's your on that?
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