Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they it
Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every
As I lead this army make room for and depression
And that being 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 a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, hope my 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 said my nigga, let me ask question

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
Want you look to left and right, make 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 down easily, is your heart it need to be?
Is your smile on Is your vow on lifetime?
Would you know where the sermon is if I in this next line?
If I'm tried in a of law, if the industry cut me off
If the government me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a drug kid or see me as K.
Or question my character and degrade me on blog
you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from a slave in your mind, you're very welcome
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 hit the fan, is you still a fan?
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Want you look to left and right, make sure you ask you friends
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?

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

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

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

The voice of Mandela, these flows they propel it
Let my word be your earth and moon you every message
As I lead army make room for mistakes and depression
And if you ridin' 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 analyzing, that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity, like how much you me
Is this relationship a fake or real as the 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?
Floss off a baby step, by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under
Crawled under rocks, 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 Martin Luther, JFK, you assassin
Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Jackson, oh

shit 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
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

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

I remember you was
your influence
Sometimes I did the
my power, full of resentment
Resentment turned into a deep depression
Found myself screaming in the room
I didn't self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I went for answers
Until I came
But that didn't stop guilt
Going back and forth trying to convince the stripes I earned
Or how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved ones was fighting the war back in the city
I was a new one
A war that was on apartheid and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I
The was respect
Just you wore a different gang color than mines
Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we 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 mortal man, maybe I'm another nigga

Shit and all I wrote
I was gonna call another nigga but, it really a poem,
I just felt like it's something you probably relate to.
than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,
I always to ask you about a certain situa
About a metaphor actually, you 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 symbol for the people,
The poor is gonna open up this whole world
And up the rich people.
'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat, gonna be so appetizing,
You what I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing.
The poor gonna be so and hungry
You know what I'm saying it's gonna be
There might be some cannibalism out this mutha, 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 hustler in every sense of the word. I nothin'
I took the opportunities, I worked at the menial and degrading job
And built myself up so I could get it to where I it.
I went from somebody manage me
To me hiring the person that works my company.
I changed everything I realized my in a matter of five years
You what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.
I made for a lot of people now it's time to make millions for myself,
You what I'm saying.
I made millions for the companies,
I made millions for these companies, now I make millions for us

And through your avenues 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 faith in all good things to those that stay 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 it's a problem but I'm not finna let them know.
I'm finna go straight

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

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

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

In this country a black man only have like 5 we can exhibit maximum strength
And that's right now you a teenager
While you still strong or you still wanna lift weights,
you still wanna shoot back.
'Cause once you turn 30 it's like take the heart and soul out of a man
Out of a black man in country.
And you wanna fight no more.
And if you don't believe me you can around,
You don't see no loud 30-year old muthafuckas

That's crazy, because me being one of 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 for me and my generation today?

I think 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 think can know that
I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some playing
But it gonna be no playing.
gonna be murder, you know what 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 only hope we kinda have left
Is music and
people don't understand how important it is.
Sometimes I be like, get a mic
And I don't what type of energy I'mma push out,
Or where it from. Trip me out sometimes

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

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

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

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