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I got black 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 whose name wasn't on the
My road to glory was To Perdition
And Act II: The Turn is just the memoirs with no
We came a long way from standing near the stove
In the cold, the story ever told
The realest niggas see the pain in my story
The believers say, "Wallahi, I support the boy"
My life like a highlight reel
This is lightning striking, feel how the Zeitgeist
Get a chill

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

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

I got niggas, Breezy!
worry about it

A thousand to the haters cause they made me greater
A thousand wishes from a million 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 to be a boss, nigga, I paid the wager
Mastered sides 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 Merlot and a cashmere throw"
Some black say he ugly, white women they love me
My Asians and my mamis don't put nothing me
I it as it happens, the art of quality rapping
One autobiographical could start up the rapture
And even though I walk in the valley of death
All I see is green pastures, bitches from the rafters