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I got that on black skin tone, actual-fact syndrome
That's why I dropped the jewel on 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 is just the memoirs with no omissions
We a mighty long way from standing near the stove
In the cold, the greatest ever told
The realest niggas see the pain in my boards
The true say, "Wallahi, I support the boy"
My life feel like a reel
This is lightning striking, how the Zeitgeist feel
Get a slight

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

My swag is on 1.21 gigawatts, 10 trillion
Hardcore pop, Michael Jackson, nigga rock
me, baby, understand where I'm coming from
My destiny's to hit a grand slam my number come
All hail the lyrical, Grand Imperial
Nigga the dotted line with Hov, that's a miracle
And I ain't leave the alone
The humble and meek will inherit the mud we on
And shoot up every club we
The is too atomic
The poetry's too Quran-ic, the young Muhammad
And I could drop a verse to change the vibration
The Roc Nation, the whole Live Nation
So libation
Beware, but for the polarization, it's the globalization
all the clergymen and notify Satan
I been waiting, the notarization, I been patient

I got niggas, Breezy!
Don't about it

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