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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 woman be Coretta, take my and cherish it?
Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, it?
My sister say necessary on some Cleopatra shit,
My said nope, never, that it's sacrilege.
to agree because the thought is so disparaging
The Lord a load, you got to carry it like Mary did
That's why I'm giving honor to all these baby
It takes a woman's to make a Christ or Dalai Lama.
The world might take that child, that child into a monster
The Lord'll a monster and fashion him a saint.
I present you Malcolm X for those who that He can't
that He won't, when I know He will!
You usually know it's you until you getting killed
For real.

Scar]
Dear Lord, mercy!
On your once forgotten life like a game, Dear Lord
I be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same,
people gonna lie,
Some people gonna
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.

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

Dear Lord, mercy!
On your once forgotten life like it's a game, We
I won't be forced to shut up when I feel the same,
Cause people lie,
Some people gonna
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.

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