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1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a elephant
Smoking 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 Jackie O, the Kennedy, re-marry it?
My sister say necessary on some Cleopatra shit,
My grandmama said nope, never, that sacrilege.
to agree because the thought is so disparaging
The give 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 a Christ or Dalai Lama.
The world might take child, turn that child into a monster
The Lord'll take a monster and 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 don't know it's you until you getting
For real.

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

[Verse 2: Mike]
I never gave a fuck
I never did and will
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 stripper that's in 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 should pay some homage, it's an honor
This is not a fiction that is sold by
This is Soul of Black Folks mixed Donald Goines shit
Better said, Robert Beck, esoteric I get
This is John painting pictures like Dali
This is Basquiat with a like Pac
In a body like Biggie, telling like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, tell him better kick it
You me?

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

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