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

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

2: Killer Mike]
I ain't never gave a
I never did and never
Live my life on press
Keep it true, keep it
said, I keep it trill
And no matter who don't like it,
just how it is
Naked truth the stripper that's in front of me
And I keep a and a 5-11 gun on me
Why? I'm country-bred
Actually, I'm
Something like my
The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some men
You should pay some homage, it's an this
This is not a fiction that is sold by
This is Soul of Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said, Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John Gotti painting pictures Dali
This is Basquiat with a passion Pac
In a body like Biggie, telling stories like
If a was to spar, please tell him better kick it
You me?

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

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