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1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing in the form of a black elephant
Smoking rhino on terraces
I die slain like my king by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, my name and cherish it?
Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, it?
My sister say it's necessary on some shit,
My grandmama said nope, never, that sacrilege.
to agree because the thought is so disparaging
The Lord give a load, you got to carry it Mary did
That's why I'm giving honor to all baby mommas
It takes a womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama.
The might take that child, turn that child into a monster
The take a monster and fashion him a saint.
I present you Malcolm X for those who saying He can't
Saying He won't, when I know He will!
You don't know it's you until you getting killed
For real.

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

[Verse 2: Mike]
I ain't gave a fuck
I did and never will
Live my life on press
it true, keep it real
Better said, I it trill
And no matter who don't like it,
just how it is
Naked truth the stripper that's in front of me
And I keep a blunt and a gun on me
Why? Cause I'm
Actually, I'm
Something 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 fiction that is by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black mixed with Donald Goines shit
said, Robert Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John Gotti painting pictures like
is Basquiat with a passion like Pac
In a body Biggie, telling stories like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, please him better kick it
You me?

Dear Lord, mercy!
On your once forgotten life like a game, We love
I won't be forced to up when I don't feel the same,
people gonna lie,
Some people gonna
You gotta be not to shit where you live.
people might try to have you killed,
Lord have mercy, is such a battlefield,
For real.

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