"Am I a man? ..."
Killah] Take my hands out my pockets you can see my Both of them turned green, countin the ones by the glory, word life Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but do nuttin for me 'em out every once in the blue and kid too I never rocked with, laws keep away we cool I devised my own stimulus, I'm niggarish I'm tired of those crumbs and black licorice The of mind so {?} like cleansin the mic Let the imam pray over my and wash Thoughts, sterilized, purified, Watch us gift men and fetch the like barley If that shit happen feed his whole army 'bout the angels and peeps in Somali Try to stay humble, and my pride In God I trust, now talk about the on your five dollar billin, catch me in a little hut in Beneen Village style, the children Big of jasmine tea with Mandela Africans chantin me on like bom ba ye, kumbiya my Lord My death day, 24 karat I lay Wishin they could me, next to the prophets Nabi, Lut, Is'haq, Musa, Harun,
"Am I a good man?" (I know) "Am I a fool?" (We'll see)
Priest] The Lord takes me, speeds before winds High currents, {?} we formin wings offering, thrones was there Man the 7 crowns on his dome was near Feet walked rose petals, song from the ghetto Face froze in gold like the A dawn in glory, of light, a powerful cherub As he passed the path, white cost the eyes of thugs Eternal heartbeat, in the dark in his blood 700 books opened It breaks to right, they threw the in the ocean Scared, brass hair like it from goatskin The chosen has spoken, were broken The smoke grabs an omen grabbin me gradually draggin me through hell's cavity This is blasphemy, I fell where the be God felt bad for me but me into Caspain Sea Satan draggin his key, the faculty K.P., K.P.
"Am I a man? Am I a fool? "Am I?"
He to sling in the stairwell Fast to put the rap on cap, ignite your hair gel No such thing as a sale put the bullet out same day, delivery airmail And on this level a thug'll you garbage No refund, the only from the cartridge Where the youths is kept comin back they life earnings Ready to make a deal, soul and pipe The outcome tragic, household Living to {?}, basements to attics 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