Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

The ghost of Mandela, my flows they propel it
Let these words be your and moon you consume every message
As I this army make room for mistakes 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 hit the fan, is you still a fan?

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

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

Do you in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your where it need to be?
Is your smile on permanent? Is 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 me a drug kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or question my and degrade me on every blog
Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me Nelson
I you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a
But a ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:

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

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

Do you believe in me? How you believe in her?
You she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you down when you behind bars hurt?
You think y'all on ground if you promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without your life being
Even though you share the same blood is it worth the
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 when dusting your shoulders from being offended
What of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing
What kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or mind when it's mentioned?
You wanna like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson
You walk in in his shoes but you peace-making seldom
You wanna be remembered delivered the message
That considered the of everyone, this your lesson for everyone, say

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

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

I wrote 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 love me Nelson
I went to Island analyzing, that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity, like how much you 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
Law, generation X, will 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 tomorrow, put my back against the wall
How many leaders you said you then left 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Red?
Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shooter you
Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Jackson, oh

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a
That nigga us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?
shit 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 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
Abusing my power, full of
Resentment that turned into a deep
Found myself screaming in the hotel
I wanna self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I went running for
Until I came
But that didn't stop guilt
Going back and forth to convince myself the stripes I earned
Or maybe how A-1 my was
But while my loved ones was 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 tell the homies I learned
The word was
Just because you wore a different color than mines
Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a man
all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets
If I you, we unify and stop 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 call another nigga but, it ain't a poem,
I just felt like it's something you could relate to.
Other that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,
I always to ask you about a certain situa
About a actually, you spoke on the ground.
you mean '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 symbol for the people,
The poor people is gonna open up this whole
And up the rich people.
'Cause the people gonna be so fat, they gonna be so appetizing,
You what 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 mutha, they might eat the rich

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

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

And your different avenues of success
How would you say you managed to a level of sanity?

By my in God, by my faith in the game,
And by my faith in all good things come to 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 punching the 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 fighter at
Or somebody that reacts when they back is against the wall?

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

Aight well, how long you think it take niggas be like,
We fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I 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 you a teenager
While you still strong or while you still lift weights,
you still wanna shoot 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 truly tell you 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 niggas is tired-a grabbin' shit out the stores
And next time it's a riot there's gonna be for real
I think America can know that
I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be more playing
But it ain't 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 happen

That's crazy man. In my opinion hope that we kinda have left
Is music and
Lotta people don't 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

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

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

"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets conceived it
Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it, in order to protect itself from mad city
While consuming its environment the 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 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 caterpillar goes to on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see his own thoughts
He's
When trapped inside these walls certain ideas to take roots
Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to mad city
The
Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling
Finally free, the butterfly light on situations
That the caterpillar never considered, the eternal struggle
Although the butterfly and caterpillar are different
are one and the same."

What's perspective on that?
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