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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, labeled me
But can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery
Apologies go out to all of my cause 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, niggas in the
From Solomon to to Django, it's fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it the wheel
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran around in the
The trap raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the
Niggas know the God saved me
You can blow the nose off, won't change it
Obamacare won't heal all that
We came a long way the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
necklace, middle finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz on the record
Lost of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illah is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All these devils, I got to strike
All these rebels waitin' on the war cry
Mama "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it 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 gold
Walked in that bitch "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no royalty
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on haters
Sorry Mrs. for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I really
While these rappers rap about they ain't shot
And a of other silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of look like an Oscar
Black tux, look like a
make me rra yah, nigga watch your tone
I come to with black boxers on
Y'all hella of my melatonin
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So my arms and feet shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm to chase the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
Showed up to the last 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 crazy
and queens and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all kill me
been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it