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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 from
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause waited so patiently
This one is for all of the and forgotten black 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 Sambo to Django, it's
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the
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 the Black God saved me
You can blow the nose off, that won't it
Obamacare won't heal all anguish
We came a way from the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
necklace, middle finger erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the
Asha du illah 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
Mama "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
we made it from slaves 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 gold
Walked in that bitch "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout that I really bought
While these rappers rap guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of Spades like an Oscar
Black tux, like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, watch your tone
I come to court with black on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I could out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So when my arms and feet shackled I still get
All due
I'm ready to the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
up to the last 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 of who you are maybe
My crazy
Kings and queens and Michael rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all kill me
I've been from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it