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I got that black on black skin tone, actual-fact
That's why I dropped the jewel on verse you heard me shit on
Okay, it's a opera
The tale of a king whose wasn't on the roster
My road to was Road To Perdition
And Act II: The Turn is the memoirs with no omissions
We a mighty long way from standing near the stove
In the cold, the greatest story told
The realest niggas see the pain in my boards
The believers say, "Wallahi, I support the boy"
My life feel a highlight reel
is lightning striking, feel how the Zeitgeist feel
Get a chill

I got these niggas, Breezy! worry about it

My swag is on 1.21 gigawatts, 10 kilowatts
Hardcore Thriller pop, Michael Jackson, rock
Google me, baby, understand where I'm coming
My destiny's to hit a grand slam my number come
All hail the lyrical, Wizard Imperial
Nigga signed the dotted line Hov, that's a miracle
And I leave the thugs alone
The and meek will surely inherit the mud we on
And shoot up every we clone
The is too atomic
The poetry's too Quran-ic, the young Muhammad
And I drop a verse to change the whole vibration
The whole Roc Nation, the whole Live
So pour
Beware, but for the polarization, it's the globalization
all the clergymen and notify Satan
I been waiting, this the notarization, I been

I got niggas, Breezy!
Don't worry it

A thousand kisses to the haters cause made me greater
A thousand from a million slaves could raise a savoir
A thousand to these dickheads at these major labels
From Big Daddy Kane to Big Daddy Kane and
You pay a cost to be a boss, nigga, I the wager
Mastered both sides of the and plus I made my saber
Yes sir, I'm a of love
all my sorrows and woes in the club
My white say, "that shit you spit last year, bro
Was like a real fine Merlot and a throw"
Some black say he ugly, white women they love me
My Asians and my mamis put nothing above me
I call it as it happens, the art of quality
One autobiographical could start up the rapture
And though I walk in the narrow valley of death
All I see is green pastures, bitches screaming from the