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1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing in the form of a black elephant
Smoking white on terraces
Will I die slain like my by a terrorist?
my woman be Coretta, take my name and cherish it?
Or she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, re-marry it?
My sister say it's on some Cleopatra shit,
My grandmama 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 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
that He won't, when I know He will!
You usually know it's you until you getting killed
For real.

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

2: Killer Mike]
I ain't never a fuck
I did and never will
my life on press appeal
Keep it true, it real
Better said, I it trill
And no matter who don't it, homie
That's how it is
Naked truth like the stripper that's in of me
And I a blunt and a 5-11 gun on me
Cause I'm country-bred
Actually, I'm
Something my brethren
The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and other men
You should pay 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
Better said, Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John Gotti painting pictures like
This is with a passion like Pac
In a body Biggie, telling stories like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, please tell him better it
You me?

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

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