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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that for me
A milli, a milli, niggas me cause I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, niggas in the
From Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it the wheel
The son of WD, who hung in the D
Who ran around in the
The trap raised me
Face all on the
all in the wall of the pyramids
Niggas know the Black God me
You can blow the nose off, that won't it
Obamacare heal all that anguish
We a long way from the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
Gold necklace, finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the
Lost sons of Muhammad, in the wreckage
Asha du illaha is the message
All these niggas, I got to one
All these devils, I got to strike
All these rebels waitin' on the war cry
Mama said: "son, you got to drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, straight to the

Hop off the ship
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it plated
Walked in that bitch like "Nigga we it!"
I own my own masters, you know I missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I really
these rappers rap about guns they ain't shot
And a of other silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
This Ace of look like an Oscar
Black tux, look like a
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I come to with black boxers on
Y'all hella jealous of my
I could out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So my arms and feet shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into
These are the last days, but do I seem
Showed up to the supper in some brand new J's
I'm the true and livin', of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
You're blind,
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My bloodline's
Kings and queens and Michael rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
I've been inoculated from the and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock we made it