"Am I a man? ..."
Killah] Take my hands out my you can see my thumbs Both of them turned green, from the ones by the glory, word life Cut off niggaz who killed but couldn't do nuttin for me Shout 'em out every in the blue and kid too I never 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 my head and wash Thoughts, sterilized, purified, Watch us gift men and fetch the green barley If that shit happen I'll feed his army Talkin 'bout the angels and in Somali Try to stay humble, and swallow my In God I trust, now talk about the ones on your Crisp dollar billin, me in a little hut in Beneen style, feedin the children Big pots of jasmine tea Mandela Africans me on like Coachella bom ba ye, kumbiya my Lord My death day, 24 karat I lay Wishin they could bury me, 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, speeds before winds High currents, {?} places we wings Kings offering, was there Man with the 7 crowns on his was near Feet over rose petals, song from the ghetto froze in gold like the pharaoh A dawn in glory, robe of light, a powerful As he the path, white doves cost the eyes of thugs Eternal heartbeat, in the fire in his blood 700 were opened It breaks to right, threw the crooks in the ocean Scared, brass hair like it grew from The chosen has spoken, tablets broken The smoke hand grabs an Gravity me gradually draggin me through hell's cavity This is blasphemy, I fell the jackals be God bad for me but cast me into Caspain Sea Satan draggin his key, the faculty K.P., K.P.
"Am I a good Am I a fool? "Am I?"
He used to in the stairwell Fast to put the rap on cap, ignite your hair gel No thing as a fair sale He'll put the bullet out same day, airmail And on this a thug'll sell you garbage No refund, the only exchange the cartridge Where the youths is comin back with they life earnings to make a deal, soul and pipe burning The tragic, household dramatic Living rooms to {?}, basements to Support from the B, hit the courts from a who betrayed one, who had lit the for his team So they sent him gifts, body parts per in a box held prints but too dark to see 'em