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1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing in the form of a black 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 O, drop the Kennedy, re-marry it?
My sister say it's on some Cleopatra shit,
My grandmama said nope, never, it's sacrilege.
Tend to agree because the is so disparaging
The Lord give a load, you got to carry it 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 child, turn that child into a monster
The take a monster and fashion him a saint.
I present you Malcolm X for those who that He can't
Saying He won't, when I know He will!
You usually don't know it's you until you killed
For real.

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

[Verse 2: Mike]
I ain't never a fuck
I did and never will
Live my life on appeal
it true, keep it real
Better said, I keep it
And no matter who don't like it,
just how it is
Naked truth like the that's in front of me
And I keep a blunt and a gun on me
Why? Cause I'm
Actually, I'm
like my brethren
The legendary 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You pay some homage, it's an honor this
This is not a that is sold by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines
said, Robert Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John Gotti pictures like Dali
This is Basquiat a passion like Pac
In a body Biggie, telling stories like Ricky
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 shut up when I feel the same,
people gonna lie,
Some gonna steal
You be careful not to shit where you live.
people might try to have you killed,
Lord have mercy, is such a battlefield,
For real.

[Killer
I don't trust the or the government
Democrat,
Pope or a or them other men
And I God has sustained you with rap
So I a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
And they can't a G, I seen how I die
I'm going once, a coward dies a thousand times
And to that chariot and take a nigga home
I'mma spit this gospel over all these gutter songs
I'm