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I got that black on black tone, actual-fact syndrome
That's why I dropped the on every verse you heard me shit on
Okay, it's a opera
The tale of a king whose name on the roster
My road to glory was To Perdition
And Act II: The Turn is just the memoirs no omissions
We came a mighty long way from standing near the
In the cold, the greatest ever told
The niggas see the pain in my story boards
The believers say, "Wallahi, I support the boy"
My life feel like a highlight
This is lightning striking, feel how the Zeitgeist
Get a chill

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

My swag is on 1.21 gigawatts, 10 kilowatts
Hardcore Thriller pop, Michael Jackson, nigga
Google me, baby, understand where I'm coming
My destiny's to hit a grand slam when my come
All hail the lyrical, Grand Wizard
Nigga the dotted line with Hov, that's a miracle
And I ain't the thugs alone
The and meek will surely inherit the mud we on
And shoot up club we clone
The flow is too
The poetry's too Quran-ic, the young Muhammad
And I could a verse to change the whole vibration
The Roc Nation, the whole Live Nation
So pour
Beware, but prepare for the polarization, the globalization
Warn all the clergymen and Satan
I been waiting, this the notarization, I been

I got niggas, Breezy!
Don't about it

A thousand kisses to the haters cause they made me
A thousand wishes a million slaves could raise a savoir
A thousand disses to these at these major labels
Big Daddy Kane to Big Daddy Kane and Abel
You pay a cost to be a boss, nigga, I the wager
Mastered both of the force and plus I made my saber
Yes sir, I'm a of love
Drowning all my sorrows and woes in the
My white boys say, "that you spit last year, bro
Was like a real fine and a cashmere throw"
Some black chicks say he ugly, white women they me
My and my mamis 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 valley of death
All I see is pastures, bitches screaming from the rafters