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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they waited so
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, love me cause I'm ill
The greatest story told, niggas in the field
From Solomon to Sambo to Django, 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
all in the wall of the pyramids
Niggas know the God saved me
You can blow the nose off, that change it
Obamacare heal all that anguish
We came a way from the bottom of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, finger erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the
Asha du illaha is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All devils, I got to strike some
All these rebels just on the war cry
Mama "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it from on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, straight to the

Hop off the slave
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 missin' no statements
I be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit I really bought
While these rap about guns they ain't shot
And a of other silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
Ace of Spades look like an Oscar
Black tux, like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch tone
I come to court with black on
Y'all hella of my melatonin
I black out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the letter made
So when my arms and feet shackled I get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub into caves
are the last 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
You're blind,
Blind to the fact of who you are
My bloodline's
Kings and and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The is filthy, y'all can't kill me
I've been inoculated from the snakes and the
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it