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I got that black on skin tone, actual-fact syndrome
That's why I the jewel on every 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 glory was To Perdition
And Act II: The Turn is the memoirs with no omissions
We came a mighty long way from standing near the
In the cold, the greatest story told
The realest niggas see the in my story boards
The true say, "Wallahi, I support the boy"
My life like a highlight reel
is lightning striking, feel how the Zeitgeist feel
Get a slight

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

My swag is on 1.21 gigawatts, 10 kilowatts
Thriller pop, Michael Jackson, nigga rock
Google me, baby, where I'm coming from
My to hit a grand slam when my number come
All hail the lyrical, Grand Wizard
Nigga the dotted line with Hov, that's a miracle
And I ain't leave the thugs
The and meek 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 whole Nation
So libation
Beware, but prepare for the polarization, 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 kisses to the haters they made me greater
A thousand wishes from a million slaves could raise a
A thousand disses to these dickheads at these labels
Big Daddy Kane to Big Daddy Kane and Abel
You pay a to be a boss, nigga, I paid the wager
Mastered both sides of the force and plus I made my
Yes sir, I'm a soldier of
Drowning all my sorrows and in the club
My white say, "that shit you spit last year, bro
Was like a fine Merlot and a cashmere throw"
Some black chicks say he ugly, white they love me
My Asians and my mamis put nothing above me
I it as it happens, the art of quality rapping
One autobiographical chapter start up the rapture
And even I walk in the narrow valley of death
All I see is pastures, bitches screaming from the rafters