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1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black
white rhino on terraces
Will I die slain my king by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, my name and cherish it?
Or will she O, drop the Kennedy, re-marry it?
My say it's necessary on some Cleopatra shit,
My grandmama said nope, never, that sacrilege.
Tend to agree the thought is so disparaging
The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like did
why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas
It takes a woman's womb to make a or Dalai Lama.
The world take that child, turn that child into a monster
The take a monster and fashion him a saint.
I present you Malcolm X for who saying that He can't
Saying He won't, when I know He will!
You usually don't it's you until you getting killed
For real.

Scar]
Dear Lord, mercy!
On your once life like it's a game, Dear Lord
I won't be forced to shut up I don't feel the same,
Cause gonna lie,
Some people gonna
You gotta be careful not to shit you live.
Them might try to have you killed,
have mercy, life is such a battlefield,
For real.

[Verse 2: Mike]
I never gave a fuck
I did and never will
Live my life on appeal
Keep it true, keep it
Better said, I it trill
And no matter who like it, homie
That's how it is
truth like the stripper that's in front of me
And I a blunt and a 5-11 gun on me
Cause I'm country-bred
Actually, I'm
like my brethren
The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and other men
You pay some homage, it's an honor this
is not a fiction that is sold by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said, Robert Beck, I could get
This is John Gotti painting like Dali
This is Basquiat with a passion Pac
In a body like Biggie, stories like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, tell him better kick it
You me?

Dear Lord, mercy!
On your once forgotten life it's a game, We love
I won't be to shut up when I don't feel the same,
Cause people lie,
Some people gonna
You be careful not to shit where you live.
people might try to have you killed,
Lord mercy, life is such a battlefield,
For real.

Mike]
I don't the church or the government
Democrat,
Pope or a bishop or them men
And I God has sustained you with rap
So I a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
And they kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm going once, a coward dies a thousand times
And to that come and take a nigga home
spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs
I'm