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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 slain 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 say it's necessary on some Cleopatra shit,
My said nope, never, that it's sacrilege.
Tend to agree because the is so disparaging
The Lord give a load, you got to it like Mary did
That's why I'm giving honor to all these baby
It takes a woman's womb to make a Christ or Lama.
The world might that child, turn that child into a monster
The Lord'll take a monster and him a saint.
I you Malcolm X for those who saying that He can't
that He won't, when I know He will!
You don't know it's you until you getting killed
For real.

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

2: Killer Mike]
I ain't never a fuck
I never did and never
Live my life on appeal
it true, keep it real
Better said, I it trill
And no matter who like it, homie
That's how it is
Naked truth the stripper that's in front of me
And I keep a and a 5-11 gun on me
Cause 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 honor
This is not a that is sold by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Goines shit
Better said, Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John Gotti painting pictures like
This is Basquiat with a like Pac
In a body like Biggie, telling stories like
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 be forced to shut up when I don't feel 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 have mercy, life is a battlefield,
For real.

Mike]
I don't trust the church or the
Democrat,
Pope or a bishop or them men
And I God has sustained you with rap
So I pick a burning bush, put it in a wrap
And can't kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm only going once, a dies a thousand times
And to that chariot come and a nigga home
I'mma spit this ghetto gospel over all these songs
I'm