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"Am I a good ..."

Killah]
Take my hands out my pockets you can see my
Both of them turned green, countin the ones
Memorized by the glory, word
Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but do nuttin for me
Shout 'em out once in the blue and kid too
I rocked with, laws they keep away we cool
I my own stimulus, plan I'm niggarish
I'm tired of those crumbs and black licorice
The frame of so {?} like cleansin the mic
Let the imam pray over my and wash
Thoughts, sterilized, purified,
Watch us gift men and the green like barley
If shit happen I'll feed his whole army
Talkin 'bout the and peeps in Somali
Try to humble, and swallow my pride
In God I trust, now talk the ones on your five
dollar billin, catch me in a little hut in Beneen
Village style, the children
Big pots of jasmine tea Mandela
Africans me on like Coachella
Ghostface bom ba ye, my Lord
My death day, 24 tomb I lay
Wishin they could me, next to the prophets
Nabi, Lut, Is'haq, Musa, Harun,

"Am I a man?" (I don't know)
"Am I a fool?" (We'll see)

[Killah
The Lord takes me, gathering speeds winds
High currents, {?} places we wings
offering, thrones was there
Man with the 7 crowns on his was near
Feet walked over rose petals, song from the
Face froze in gold like the
A in glory, robe of light, a powerful cherub
As he the path, white doves cost the eyes of thugs
heartbeat, in the dark fire in his blood
700 books opened
It breaks to right, they threw the in the ocean
Scared, brass like it grew from goatskin
The chosen has spoken, tablets were
The hand grabs an omen
Gravity me gradually draggin me through hell's cavity
This is blasphemy, I fell the jackals be
God felt bad for me but cast me into Sea
draggin his key, Wu-Family's the faculty
K.P., K.P.

"Am I a good Am I a fool?
"Am I?"

He used to sling in the
Fast to put the rap on thinking cap, ignite hair gel
No such thing as a sale
He'll put the out same day, delivery airmail
And on level a thug'll sell you garbage
No refund, the only from the cartridge
Where the youths is kept comin with they life earnings
Ready to make a deal, soul and burning
The outcome tragic, dramatic
Living to {?}, basements to attics
Support from the B, hit the courts from a
who one, who had lit the torch for his team
So they sent him gifts, body parts per
in a box that held prints but too to see 'em