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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause 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 story ever told, niggas in the field
From to Sambo to Django, it's fact
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 gods raised me
Face all on the
Story all in the 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 came a long way from the bottom of the
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, middle erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illah illaha is the
All niggas, I got to fight one
All devils, I got to strike some
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 slave
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it plated
Walked in that like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no statements
I can't be rated, Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns ain't shot
And a of other silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of Spades look like an
Black tux, look like a
Don't me rra yah, nigga watch your tone
I come to court black boxers on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I could out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the letter made
So when my arms and feet shackled I still get
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back caves
These are the last days, but do I seem
Showed up to the last supper in some 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 Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
I've been inoculated from the snakes and the
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it