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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 came up slavery
Apologies go out to all of my cause they waited so patiently
one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas me cause 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 around in the D
Who ran around in the
The gods raised me
Face all on the
Story all in the of the pyramids
Niggas the Black God saved me
You can the nose off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't heal all anguish
We came a long way the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
Gold necklace, middle 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 devils, I got to strike some
All these rebels waitin' on the war cry
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the ship
Poppin' my chain, and it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
in that bitch like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't no royalty statements
I be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I bought
While these rap about guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
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 with black on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I black out at any given moment
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 days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the supper in some brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
blind, baby
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 and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock we made it