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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they can't to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that for me
A milli, a milli, niggas me cause I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, niggas in the
From Solomon to Sambo to Django, fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran around in the
The gods raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the
Niggas the Black God saved me
You can blow the nose off, that won't it
Obamacare won't all that anguish
We came a long way the bottom of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, middle erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, in the wreckage
Asha du illaha is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All these devils, I got to strike
All rebels just waitin' on the war cry
Mama "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we it from slaves on a slaveship
Live the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the ship
my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that bitch "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on haters
Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk
Silly me 'bout shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns they shot
And a bunch of silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
This Ace of Spades look like an
Black tux, like a mobster
make me rra yah, nigga watch your tone
I come to court with black on
hella jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the letter made
So when my arms and feet shackled I still get
All due
I'm to chase the Yakub back into caves
are the last days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in brand new J's
I'm the true and livin', of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
blind, baby
Blind to the fact of who you are
My bloodline's
Kings and queens and Michael rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
I've been inoculated from the and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it