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1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black
Smoking white rhino on
Will I die slain like my king by a
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 necessary on some shit,
My said nope, never, that it's sacrilege.
Tend to agree because the thought is so
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 that child, turn that child into a
The Lord'll a monster and fashion him a saint.
I present you Malcolm X for those who saying He can't
Saying that He won't, I know He will!
You usually don't it's you until you getting killed
For real.

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

2: Killer Mike]
I never gave a fuck
I never did and never
Live my on press appeal
Keep it true, it real
Better said, I it trill
And no matter who like it, homie
just how it is
Naked truth like the stripper in front of me
And I a blunt and a 5-11 gun on me
Why? Cause I'm
Actually, I'm
Something my brethren
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 Black mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said, Robert Beck, I could get
This is Gotti painting pictures like Dali
This is with a passion like Pac
In a like 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 like it's a game, We love
I won't be to shut up when I don't feel the same,
people gonna lie,
Some people gonna
You be careful not to shit where you live.
Them might try to have you killed,
Lord have mercy, life is a battlefield,
For real.

[Killer
I trust 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 can't kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm only once, a coward dies a thousand times
And to that chariot come and take a home
I'mma spit this ghetto over all these gutter songs
I'm