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1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing elegance in the of a black elephant
Smoking rhino on terraces
I die slain like my king by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, take my and cherish it?
Or she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, re-marry it?
My say it's necessary on some Cleopatra shit,
My grandmama said nope, never, it's 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 these mommas
It a woman's womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama.
The might take that child, turn that child into a monster
The Lord'll a monster and fashion him a saint.
I present you Malcolm X for those who saying that He
that He won't, when I know He will!
You usually know it's you until you getting killed
For real.

Scar]
Dear Lord, mercy!
On your once forgotten life it's a game, Dear Lord
I be forced 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.

[Verse 2: Mike]
I never gave a fuck
I did and never will
Live my on press appeal
it true, keep it real
Better said, I keep it
And no matter who like it, homie
That's how it is
Naked like the stripper that's in front of me
And I keep a blunt and a gun on me
Why? I'm country-bred
Actually, I'm
like my brethren
The legendary 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You should pay homage, it's an honor this
This is not a fiction that is by conglomerates
is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said, Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John Gotti painting like Dali
This is Basquiat with a like Pac
In a like 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 it's a game, We
I won't be to shut up when I don't feel the same,
people 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.

[Killer
I don't trust the church or the
Democrat,
Pope or a bishop or other 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 times
And to that chariot and take a nigga home
I'mma spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter
I'm