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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, labeled me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we up from slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, in the field
From to Sambo to Django, it's fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran in the three
The gods raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the of the pyramids
Niggas know the Black God me
You can the nose off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't all that anguish
We came a long way from the bottom of the
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
necklace, middle finger erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the
Asha du illaha is the message
All these niggas, I got to one
All these devils, I got to some
All rebels just 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 slave
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold
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 them
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me rappin' shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit that they got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 A Slave
This Ace of Spades look an Oscar
tux, look like a mobster
Don't me rra yah, nigga watch your tone
I come to court with boxers on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any moment
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So when my arms and feet shackled I still get
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back caves
These are the days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
You're blind,
Blind to the fact of who you are
My crazy
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all kill me
I've been from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it