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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, labeled me
But they can't 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 black angels prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, in the field
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 in the three
The gods raised me
Face all on the
Story all in the wall of the
Niggas the Black God saved me
You can blow the off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't heal all that
We a long way from the bottom of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, middle finger
God tribe of Shabazz on the record
Lost of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illaha is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All these devils, I got to some
All these just waitin' on the war cry
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it from on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it plated
Walked in that bitch "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no royalty
I be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns they shot
And a bunch of other silly that they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of Spades like an Oscar
Black tux, like a mobster
Don't me rra yah, nigga watch your tone
I come to court with boxers on
Y'all hella jealous of my
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So when my 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 seem
Showed up to the last in some brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien,
You're blind,
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My bloodline's
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
I've inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it