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I got that black on black tone, actual-fact syndrome
That's why I the jewel on every verse you heard me shit on
Okay, a Slumdog opera
The tale of a king name wasn't on the roster
My to glory was Road To Perdition
And Act II: The Turn is just the with no omissions
We came a long way from standing near the stove
In the cold, the story ever told
The realest niggas see the in my story boards
The true believers say, "Wallahi, I the boy"
My life feel a highlight reel
This is lightning striking, how the Zeitgeist feel
Get a chill

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

My is on 1.21 gigawatts, 10 trillion kilowatts
Thriller pop, Michael Jackson, nigga rock
Google me, baby, understand where I'm coming
My destiny's to hit a slam when my number come
All hail the lyrical, Wizard Imperial
Nigga the dotted line with Hov, that's a miracle
And I ain't leave the alone
The humble and will surely inherit the mud we on
And shoot up club we clone
The is too atomic
The poetry's too Quran-ic, the young prophet
And I could drop a to change the whole vibration
The whole Roc Nation, the whole Nation
So pour
Beware, but for the polarization, it's the globalization
Warn all the and notify Satan
I waiting, this the notarization, I been patient

I got niggas, Breezy!
Don't about it

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