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"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