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I got that black on black skin tone, syndrome
That's why I dropped the on every verse you heard me shit on
Okay, it's a opera
The of a king whose name wasn't on the roster
My road to glory was To Perdition
And Act II: The is just the memoirs with no omissions
We came a mighty way from standing near the stove
In the cold, the story ever told
The realest see the pain in my story boards
The true believers say, "Wallahi, I the boy"
My life feel a highlight reel
This is lightning striking, feel how the Zeitgeist
Get a slight

I got these niggas, Breezy! Don't about it

My is on 1.21 gigawatts, 10 trillion kilowatts
Thriller pop, Michael Jackson, nigga rock
Google me, baby, understand where I'm from
My destiny's to hit a grand when my number come
All hail the lyrical, Grand Wizard
Nigga signed the dotted line Hov, that's a miracle
And I leave the thugs alone
The humble and will surely inherit the mud we on
And shoot up every club we
The flow is too
The poetry's too Quran-ic, the young prophet
And I could drop a verse to change the whole
The whole Roc Nation, the Live Nation
So libation
Beware, but for the polarization, it's the globalization
Warn all the clergymen and Satan
I been waiting, this the notarization, I patient

I got niggas, Breezy!
worry about it

A thousand to the haters cause they made me greater
A thousand wishes from a million slaves raise a savoir
A thousand disses to dickheads at these major labels
From Big Kane to Big Daddy Kane and Abel
You pay a cost to be a boss, nigga, I paid the
Mastered sides of the force and plus I made my saber
Yes sir, I'm a of love
Drowning all my and woes in the club
My white boys say, "that shit you spit year, bro
Was like a fine Merlot and a cashmere throw"
Some black chicks say he ugly, white women they me
My Asians and my don't put nothing above me
I call it as it happens, the art of rapping
One autobiographical chapter could start up the
And even though I walk in the narrow valley of
All I see is green pastures, bitches screaming from the