"Am I a good ..."
Killah] Take my hands out my pockets you can see my Both of turned green, from countin the ones Memorized by the glory, word Cut off niggaz who Bill but couldn't do nuttin for me Shout 'em out once in the blue and kid too I rocked with, laws they keep away we cool I devised my own stimulus, I'm niggarish I'm of eatin those crumbs and black licorice The frame of mind so {?} like the mic Let the pray over my head and wash Thoughts, sterilized, purified, Watch us gift men and fetch the green barley If that shit I'll feed his whole army Talkin 'bout the angels and in Somali Try to humble, and swallow my pride In God I trust, now talk about the on your five Crisp dollar billin, me in a little hut in Beneen style, feedin the children Big pots of jasmine tea with Africans me on like Coachella Ghostface bom ba ye, my Lord My death day, 24 tomb I lay Wishin could bury 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)
Priest] The Lord takes me, speeds before winds currents, {?} places we formin wings Kings offering, was there Man with the 7 on his dome was near Feet over rose petals, song from the ghetto Face froze in like the pharaoh A in glory, robe of light, a powerful cherub As he passed the path, white doves the eyes of thugs Eternal heartbeat, in the fire in his blood 700 books were It breaks to right, they threw the crooks in the Scared, brass hair like it grew from The has spoken, tablets were broken The smoke hand grabs an Gravity grabbin me draggin me through hell's cavity This is blasphemy, I fell the jackals be God felt bad for me but cast me into Sea Satan draggin his key, Wu-Family's the K.P., K.P.
"Am I a man? Am I a fool? "Am I?"
He used to sling in the Fast to put the rap on thinking cap, your hair gel No such thing as a fair He'll put the bullet out day, delivery airmail And on this a thug'll sell you garbage No refund, the exchange from the cartridge Where the youths is kept comin back with they life Ready to make a deal, and pipe burning The outcome tragic, dramatic Living rooms to {?}, basements to Support the B, hit the courts from a fiend 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