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Intro
01:24
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Bismillah ir Rahman ir Raheem
Okay, now wait just one second, glasses
Good lord, what is happening in there
Patrick that's
White supremacist groups making a way
Sippin tea in yo hood
We had this war going on now
For two generations
And it started with that accursed thing
Called the Civil Rights Movement
What the fuck is that
Shit, I'm dyin in this fuckin country ass
Fucked up town
I'll be on my way
How long can I stay
In a place that can't contain me
I gotta get outta here
Too late
They're coming to get you, Barbara
Oh say can you see
By the dawn's early light
Oh shit
Arm yourself because
No one else here will
Save you
If you lose it here
You're in a world of hurt
Our deepest fear is not that we're inadequate
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful
Beyond measure
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#FREEMIR
02:44
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Bro, I do not give a fuck
About what them niggas are saying
To other people
All I know
Is that if a nigga got a problem
They could come to me
I don't give a fuck about they shoes
I don't give a fuck about they shirt
I don't give a fuck about what color they wearin
I don't give a fuck if they mom is pregnant
I don't give a fuck if they
I don't give a fuck if they mothafuckin adopted
Feelin like I'm Jigga in that
Tom Ford
You can't buy respect
I told them niggas gotta die for it
Snatch a nigga rollie
Get it back when you got
Time for it
That's not how I wanted to say that but
Fuck it we gonna keep rollin
Know that they want me dead
Knew I was under the scope when
We stomped on the street yellin
Fuck all the feds
Knew I was ready to die when
I saw the chaos and I ain't even flinch
I heard the screams and the yells and explosions
The shrapnel had missed by an inch
I knew that they was adjacent to crackers
When they said to die in a war
But when my body becomes an example
They profit, they paddin the score
Salt in the wound that was given by poverty
I levitate to the gore
Gimme a blicky, I turn into Givi and
Air this bitch out for the boys
Fuck all the noise
Told em to leave me alone
Niggas be ready for jazz tryna
Fuck with the kid like they Karl Malone
You might've rallied to tell us to vote
But you never would throw you a stone
Talkin bout peace when police
Got the dogs and the guns and the
Shields and the hose
That's why you ain't known
You do not get the respect
If you haven't been there to protect our homes
Tongue of a poet but
When has the words of a man ever
Threaten the throne
I pray to God every day that
I never react to the hate in my bones
Wonder if He would condone
He got drakes with two wands
I call them bitches Cosmo and Wanda
See us and know that you in the hood
They treat the kid like the rock of Gibraltar
Had to wash up about two times
Gotta be clean before I hit the altar
Cut up a nigga like coupons
That be a buck 50 off the offer
I do not fuck with these niggas like
Bell Hooks
Shake a nigga down
Now he shell shook
I been fucked up ever since cuz
Had to touch down in that cell, look
Talkin body bags, and the hashtags
Niggas gettin bodied on the false flags
They don't know the full story
All they saw was the bloodstains on the dishrag
I don't feel bad for a bitch ass fraud
Told em don't miss but he did cause
He couldn't just handle the kickback, lawd
Strength of the discipline
I fear no thing but Allah
Even though I'm flawed
History always absolvin the ones
That you thought were the underdog
Free Mir
Fuck them niggas
Niggas think we was gonna be sweet cause
They momma pregnant
Mothafucka, I don't give a fuck if
Ya momma got knocked up, nigga
Now she bouta get knocked out, nigga
Ironically, in astronomy, the word revolution means
A celestial object that comes full circle
Did you know that
Which, if you think about it
It's pretty funny
Considering here on earth
It means change
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Chain with the saw like I'm Scarface
I been the nigga to get it
I pay for her hair and her rent with a parlay
Crackas be tryna tell niggas what's funny
Like they wasn't laughin at blackface
If I say I'm gonna kill me a cracka
That shit not a joke, it's a showcase
Might fuck around
And impose Sharia law
On the rap scene
I don't give a fuck
Ain't scared of nothin if that bitch bleed
Peep they fear the God hand
Knew I was a target and
I turned that into finance
Astagfirullah, I hope this glock
Ain't gotta tap dance
Give a fuck about some rap fans
Fetishize my trauma
Bring the drama, bitch, I slap fans
Catch em at his show
Want you to blow it when they clap hands
Got more hits than a Andy Murray backhand
Hittas worldwide thru the broadband
Had his world flipped like a headstand
Runnin with them Rams, feel like
Bizzy Bones Hyland
And niggas talkin scars like
It's cool to be caught lackin
I don't do that rap shit
Bitch I learned from martyrs
Why would I pray for ya city
When niggas be whippin the zoes at the border
How is ya hood in a drought
But you talkin bout how ya chain be the water
Rap game like Jamaican spots
Y'all shit be outta order
Heard you sold ya spirit
I can feel it, hear it in ya lyrics
Rappers disappearin
But the money keep on comin in
Turn Simba to Savimbi
Niggas eerie for the coverage
Susceptible to septicemia with no cephalothin
Violence to you, might be puttin somebody in a figure four
Violence to me is takin a can of gas
And pourin it on you and settin you on fire
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Like me or not, I didn't come up here to be liked
I came up here to get paid
And whoever you put in front of me
I'm gonna drop you down
I'd like to send a special shoutout
To my homeboy, O.J Simpson
Keep up the good work, baby
Two less we gotta worry about, you understand
Keep up the good work
Sucka niggas had me itchin to cause a riot
Shit it's been a while since I put all the force in a punch so
It go thru a nigga chest, never could be quiet
Heard they went in reverse when we
Went thru the trenches of hellfire
Was the only nigga that was
Standin around on the block like a fuckin diversity hire
Leader a liar, they griftin for dollars
And doin Masterclass seminars
How the fuck is you talkin bout organization
But ya demographic is nothin but niggas
That suck on a dick of a academic
Flaunt the vocabulary
Patronizin the folks that survive
Off the strength of the block
I wonder if all those degrees will protect you
When niggas start sendin them shots
Then you start cryin on Twitter when shit hit the fan
And we all just pretend to be shocked
What do you mean that
Because of a color of skin that
They didn't reserve you a spot
Funny you was sayin niggas lacked rebel potential
The kettle be callin the pot
Switch ya stance, no Master Raven
When you in them courts and
They start tamperin with ya affidavit
All of that schoolin ain't prep for today
Same time know a trap nigga that
Be beatin the case like he TSA
Insurrection, comin from that bottom up
With a lotta ignorant niggas totin a lotta guns
Nigga, get with the program
It be me you see on the slam cam
Posterize a nigga now his bitch wanna jam
I'm a God fearin man till I get her in that bedroom
Taught her some new tricks and
Now she stuck with me like tattoos
We the demographic that be movin with the violence
LV be the belt but it shine like Orion
Glocky got a twin
I cant wait for you to meet her
You not tryna see em together like unified Korea
No Tisa but my Visa be Korean, no really
The way I blow this paper they be thinkin that I'm silly
I done spoiled my girl, she more bougie than BLM
If the bag don't cost a check
She gonna say we should be friends
Tell the city we back on
Album money lookin like I'm winnin a scratch off
Feds fear the kid when he gettin them raps off
Knew niggas was envy on the low
I let the caps fly, now it's hats off
Comin straight at niggas neck, I'm Captain Levi
Ya family hustle dubious like Tiny and T.I
Gotta be careful with the niggas you choose to stand beside
Was stuck in them quagmires with dudes
That you woulda considered family guys
Crackas in a cold sweat
Dreamin bout our battle cries
I'm good with all the shootas them hooligans be the family ties
Niggas gotta invest in themselves, bro
Ain't nothin free out here, man
I had to invest in myself, man
Like literally invest, man
I had to come outta pocket, pay for shit
Nigga I didn't no mothafuckin team, bro
I ain't have no push
I ain't got no fuckin major label behind me, bro
Like I had to really invest in myself, man
Y'all niggas do better, man
And it's so crazy because
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Pulchritudinous
02:34
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Y'all can't go in none of these businesses
Y'all can't go in none of these businesses
All this drip and all this fashion now
Niggas be rockin and shit
You can't go in Gucci
Savior of my city, death by the millions
Backxwash posted my album said I was killin
Celebratin what I deserve
I guess that warrants a 7.62 thru
My trigeminal nerve
I'm the only nigga from my hood
To ever see the vision
Everyone wanna be God till it's
Time to make a decision
Allen Iverson on Al-Nakba, 73rd anniversary
We was recognizin the Akbar
Motivation pulchritudinous
I was preachin to the city council bout Black lives
But for her I be shootin shit
Type of shit that rock the whole edifice
Type of shit that make niggas
Never wanna see me again like they Oedipus
Got her baby daddy throwin fits at the show
Threw her fit at the stage
Now he callin her a hoe
Couldn't shoot my shows up if he wanted
Cause he know that his shawty
Gonna be there and he know that he still love her
Sucka
Better surely than in some bed
Where in broken health I'm led
Lingering until I'm dead
Better than with prayers and pleas
Or in the clutch of some disease
Wasting slowly by degrees
Better than of heart attack
Or some dose of drug I lack
Let me die, by being Black
Never done, better run,
Zen is some demon ass
Sick spit, kick shit, twisted fiending ass
Wild out, fuck round, find out king ass
I ain't even start my rhymes yet
Sit back digest
In my zone 6, this my climate
Ain't no mountain, bitch I climbed that
Ain't no bars left, bitch I rhymed that
Zen the nicest, ever
Do it sound familiar
Bitch this a big pun
What you call biggie favorite blicky
A big gun
I spent some of my COVID money on coke
Hit my Bandcamp, ya boy Zen Zen beyond broke
Part Haitian, send aid
Kool aid, lemonade
Financial aid, nigga Phil Ade
Phil Adé
Whatever man, Philadelphia I miss y'all
New York is killing me, finna shoot heron
Zen
Better violent for us to die
Than to Uncle tom and try
Makin peace just to live a lie
Better now I say my sooth
I'm gonna die demanding truth
While I'm still akin to youth
Better now than later on
Now that fear of death is gone
Never mind another dawn
Brrrrr
They open fire but
They died tellin it like it was
G-G-G-G-G-G-Guevara
Really liked killing people
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C.R.B
02:51
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To the point where his diary contained exhortations
To his love of smelling the blood of the enemy
Peep the swagger that we emanate
Shootas like Nintendo
Slime a nigga if he emulate
Told my hittas don't you even bother
Ima set the nigga straight like a
Homophobic father
They corrupting niggas daughters
With the poison in the waters
Power plants popping pipes
Causing blood disorders
Owe this life to Almighty above
I don't be talkin bout the music
When I say these folks be
Gassing me up
There's a war goin on outside
And in the class
Before corona shoulda been
Had our kids wearing mask
Fibrous minerals
Flowing thru the lungs like the blood
Of the diabetic youth
As they run and they run
To the aid of another collapsed mind
You hear the click from the trip
Of a landmine
Seminars with rich white men
Tellin me about the climate
I knew the sun could never shine
For niggas in the projects
Green thumbs close community gates
When indigenous sentences
Bend the whip and the eloquence starts
To penetrate
Everybody loves the sunshine
Couldn't get a taste with the smog
Takin my life, my life, my life
The Terminator took Tookie
Treat it like Sarah Connor
Swear to God they gotta get it back in blood
God bring the flood
The white folks talkin bout the city
Like it's just gay pride and fun
Take lives and drugs
Disciples of Hoover
Spilling white
On disciples of Hoover
Money spent two weeks in the Ritz
Then came home saying that they
Saw the pain and
They took it all in
Tourist performances
Hard to ignore the formulas
Canon cameras should catch the cannons
They tote for foreigners
A real rain will wash the scum off the block
Either that or the water hose from a cop
Don't know the half of it
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7. |
Rayman Legends
03:34
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Look, Nina
I just wanna come up and talk
5 dollar dates
Cause the charm was impeccable
Said she wanted steak but
I had her eatin vegetables
Homegirls clownin her
Said it doesn't matter
Cause my way with the words
Was type insurmountable
Took her to my hood and
Learned her bout the history
Where to never go without me or the thirty three
Malcolm X excerpts, African curriculums
Amy when we went to Allegheny, I was killin it
Had her chance to vent
She keep gettin close and I know
It's cause she likes the way I layered up the scents
Bus fare be the 2 dollar, 50 cent
But I know that one day
Ima get her in a Benz
Peep it's gettin dark, she a hike away from home
Need a warm bed and
A place to charge her phone
So I took her to the spot
This is what I hoped for
Tidied up the room before I left, I was hopeful
Said she'd like a movie
What is Eyes Wide Shut
Comin towards the end now our eyes won't shut
Not my, best idea
But I cleaned it up nice
Started talkin bout vulnerabilities
And struggles and strife
Story after story as she showed familiarity
She my twin flame when it came to needin therapy
20 minutes later came the
Topic of divinity
This the kinda talks I gotta handle with dexterity
Did you like ya first time
Who was the best one
Did he do well, and
Can I be the next one
Guess I was a blessed one
She lunged at the prospect
Somethin somethin somethin
Y'all don't really need the context
5 minute man cause her charm was impeccable
Wanted round two but I slept
Like a vegetable
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The god who created the earth
Who created the sun that gives light
The god who holds up the ocean
Who makes the thunder roar
Our God who has ears to hear
You who are hidden in the clouds
Who watch us from where you are
You see all that the white has made us suffer
The white man's god asks us to commit crimes
But the god within us wants to do good
Our god, who is so good, so just
He orders us to revenge our wrongs
It's He who will direct our arms and bring us to victory
It's He who will assist us
We all should throw away the image
Of the white men's god who is so pitiless
Listen to the voice for liberty that sings in all our hearts
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9. |
Face/Off
03:47
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Hope that he know what that shotty do
Hope that he rather skedaddle
Than learn what the 7.62 do inside you
Peep the behavior he showin
That's tendencies only a bitch is allowed to do
Sit in a puddle of grief while the vultures
Around you be all in ya fuckin food
Never seen boul on the block
Frozen from shock, body on lock
Only could move when abusin the wock
Somethin is killin em
When it eats at his heart, is he feelin it
He don't fuck with the dark like Dominicans
But his light seems to shatter his discipline
Or his christening
Warns of the path of a man
Talk with the hands
Even the ones that he love get a glance
Blacken the eye of his brothers and fam
Love of his life gets a shove and a curse
Plague on the people that aided ya birth
Say if she stay then it lessens her worth
Damn
What of the ones with the mission
Knew they was ready to fold
When they peeped all the cards they were given
Enormity tapped in the double helix
Reminiscent proverbial struggle phoenix
Every beat of the heart bring another demon
Uh, aye
Said that the game is the game
Said he knew all of the measures
Them crackas went thru to belittle his name
Said if he'd do it again he would
Take every shot till it set him ablaze
Said if he learned how to swallow the agony
He could still see her face
And he act just like his daddy
He done been in them hoods
He done been in the dirt
He done been in them fights in the alley
He done learned from the greats
He done learned from the snakes
He done learned from the books and the tragedies
So why do this nigga reside
In the spot where I feel most at peace with reality
Peep I don't fuck with no cops
Act like a fool, I don't jest with the shots
If he don't move ima let that thing rock
Stood on his ground
Prayed to Allah
Ain't turn around, he was ready to die
I let it ring just to show I don't lie
Brrr, bow
Hit up the homie like bury em
He on the way, by the way
This my first fuckin murder
So bet ima cherish it
Blood on my hands ima wear like a badge
I sit back and I laugh at that terrorist
Stopped in my tracks when I peeped
There's a hole in my chest
How could I be so arrogant
You know what this place makes me wonder
What's that boss
Which would be worse
To live as a monster
Or die as a good man
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10. |
Sir Douglas Mawson
02:49
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Circumstances had em broken
Why did God take the rib
Starin at them train tracks cause
He didn't wanna live
Fuck all the rap tracks
All the praise ain't shit
If you gotta wear a coat just
To walk thru the crib
And you movin like Duquan
Since you worried bout the stench
Cause the bucket you wash up in
Is the life you resent
And the grades don't hit
This ya first ever F
And niggas lookin at you funny
Cause they thought you was the best
But you can't concentrate with the pain
In ya chest
From the hyperventilation or
The lack of the breath
When you think about the loss
How shit coulda been
If you haven't isolated all ya homies and ya kin
Then you come across the Sun
But you don't know how to manage it
The damages resulted from disparagement
You done heard it all
And it wasn't even the tongue of ya opp
It was the words of ya blood
So it smites with a venom
Ima handle it myself if my
God didn't get em
Murderous thoughts and habits
Coincide with thoughts of heaven
Thinkin its gotta be better than this
You fill the journal with practices of
A note and seal that bitch with a kiss
To the ones, that believed
That would sweat, and would bleed
And would go, thru the hurt
And would deal, with police
That would hold, when you bawl
That would cheer, when you ball
You put ya soul in music so those
Folks could have it all
You march the frontlines cause
You know who to fault
You witnessed the destruction
And tear gas from afar
Conflicted cause you wanna
Snatch at a cop's glock
But you got ya lover with you
So that wouldn't be smart
We encapsulate the misery
We're one with the dark
The excruciating aches from
The horrors of thought
And even though you lost ya voice
I can still hear you talk
Yeah even though the shouts are muted
I could still hear it all
Deprivation of necessities
Obviously the obloquy a
Different form of weaponry
Found humiliation when I went
To look for empathy
Talk about what
For who
You know the problem
But refuse to hear the truth
Deprivation of necessities
Obviously the obloquy a
Different form of weaponry
Found humiliation when I went
To look for empathy
Talk about what
For who
You know the problem
But refuse to hear the truth
Oh, well um
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11. |
Mimicry of the Settlers
03:48
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Power to the people
Fuck you
The FBA feel like the FBI
With the way they tryna keep
My folks away from the tribe
I'm eponymous to king of Opobo
Feral to the monopoly that
Interfere to muzzle el lobo
Autochthonous to heat like I'm Spoelstra
Brandishin self defense for our land
Like we s'posed to
Brandin the reprimand of our blood
Be the hoe shit
The snare and the kick gotta be hard enough
To break the hypnosis
Trans Atlantic typhus
Identity crisis
Diaspora warfare
Kill without a license
Kill without the effort
Ten hut, yessir
I disassociate, to avoid all
The gestures
The mean mugs, best slurs
Tongue clicks, dancers
Mimicry of the settlers
Acculturation actively takin action
It accentuates the dissonance
Imprison my solicitous
Imperials are imminent
Dont wanna meet the fate of my
Affiliates
Nah
All you need's a shoulder to cry on
If that's a fact then I'll be more
Than you ever could dream of
Hop out with the uzi
Yellin long live the Houthi
Black Americans that move like them
Would be a scary movie
America shall suffer for the fundin
Of the moolies that initiated genocide
On Hutu and the Tutsi
NATO interferences
Liberatin Libya
Livin up to expectations of serial murderers
Israelis protestin Russia on graves of Palestinians
Red, white and blue coup on the Argentinians
Weigh ins on Chileans
Storm the land on bronco
Belgium should atone for the sins
Committed on Congo
Viva Fidel Castro
No, that ain't a typo
Government officials hopin that
I let the mic go
Red tide wont calm, till it hits AFRICOM
Do my dance when France
Gets hit with a couple bombs
1985, they couldn't leave us alone
11 dead when the feds set fire to our homes
All you need's a shoulder to cry on
If that's a fact then I'll be more
Than you ever could dream of
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Niggas 42 and tryna bang
It's time for jazz now
Youngins fucked you up cuz you can't hang
Oh what you mad now
I can't do no beef
I'm steady trippin bout dis cash cow
Tried to spin the block but we
Got lost and now we assed out
Black power fisted a cop's wife
The VVs on the bezzle feel serrated like bread knife
The rifle got a hubble
He can shoot from a mad height
But only if I'm losin in the one on a bad night
Stop tryna atone
We the type to give glass cannons a stone
Let it known
Doin dirt from the block
Straight to the phone
For the throne
Niggas know that that ruger sine qua non
If this my last time seein ya eyes
I love you so, tell the folks
That I'm tired of thuggin thru obituaries
Niggas fake mad
Know the death threats be temporary
Scary hours for rappers that
Let the labels do the talkin
That rebellion ain't comin from in the office, nigga
Genetically predisposed to snow
To fund the anti-communists
Wonderin since a jit why the folks
Around me was somnolent
Had to remain cognizant, vigilant
Do my due diligence
When deliverin dissonance to blissfulness
Witness the downfall and preclusion of mankind
Product of those experiments like Sol Badguy
So why, delay promise
We been the Jihadist
These niggas riskin they life for
These crackas like Pocahontas
Been a overachiever
So I don't bang with the settlers
I'm dappin up with the rebels and
Reformed dope peddlers
Inshallah on top of the prison letters
Lookin at her illnesses and
Prayin she get better
Damning the evanescence of solace
Damages from the penmanship set fire
To the plans that they plotted
Blood on my hands, I didn't have any options
Praise from the ones
That knew about my intentions
This is how they get us Hector
They convince us that there is no future
There's only an eternal now
Bad bitch lip locker, miraculous shit talker, clip stocker
Yeah we really in them streets like jaywalkers
Killas tote guns
Was never down with the fencin
Rob ya grave like you Smitty Werbenjagermenjensen
I ain't gotta like a rapper
I'm Denzel in Fences
Askin me for favors
I'm hesitant just to lend it
Cause if a serpent get to hissin
What a inconvenience
Now I gotta show a nigga I ain't with the tweetin
I put my shootas in my duas every nightfall
Soldiers of the righteous
I hate when all of my knights fall
I been duckin raindrops, I'm a sun child
Ever since I learned that my bloodline
Was done foul
Liquor and gun stores
Down to the fentanyl
They got them lasers pointed at the
Marginals like Sentinels
They don't wanna interview
Cause every time I step on the mic
I get the urge to tell these crackas what we finna do
Anglo anathema
Shootas that come from Attica, Africa
Givin crackas sciatica with the caliber
Always quick to press a mother fucker
Like The Graduate
Know they sendin shots
But I don't trip cause they not accurate, nigga
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In Islam we have a saying
It is, tie your camel and then trust in God
In other words, handle your business, first
Secure what you're supposed to secure
Do what you're supposed to do
And then trust
You don't sit back and do nothin and say
Oh, the Creator is gonna pay this bill for me
You mess around, right, and hit the light switch
And it don't come on
So we have to handle our business, man
This is the first day, today
I'm still tryna adjust to gettin up at four o' clock
For the early prayer
And then shortly thereafter
Not having anything to eat or drink since 5:30
And man, I feel like I'm thirstier than I've ever been
Like I'm on a desert on something
But
I been doin this for many, many years
So I know what it does to you
And the good things, well all the things are good
But some of them, they not too comfortable
I don't like being hungry
But I like feeling what people that don't have no food
I like feeling a little bit of what they feel
I think that's something all of us should connect to
On some level
Even though, man
We eat a lot of food
And we should really be careful of that
Because there are people that just don't have food
That even die of hunger
So it really elevates your consciousness
In terms of being able to connect
With the value and the blessing of food
And the turmoil and the life
Of those that are hungry
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I was born into this world to share men's pain
I clutch the guilt like it's my only child
And that blocklist make it hard to reconcile
Thumbin thru the album money
What's the price of trauma
Yeah we youngins so they talk
Like it's just minor drama
But I know that pain be stickin trust I know it well
Torment from those days in beggary reveal their selves
All them stories bout mistreatment made me wanna slide
Prayin I could be forgiven
Cause I was steady wishin that those niggas died
Was all that rage just compensation cause I'm in they image
Told me be the bigger man and trip bout my deliverance
And I tried to listen
Niggas fightin demons with no ammunition
4 corners closin in and
I'm wonderin what it costs
Foreshadowin the moments that
I coulda lost it all
O what remembrance it has along with illuminations of light
One could observe the light from
Crevasses of horrid infrastructure
Greeted me with second languages
Considered me a brother
Flinched at hospitality, told me to fear not
He could sense the bodily aches and the hate filled rot
The scars upon my knuckles, digestion of toxicity
He offered me a lesson thru perspectives of soliloquy
The hardship, disenfranchised
Like the rest of us
Yet he made a point to tell me
How to make the best of it
Everyone around you seeks the answer within capital
Obvious the stresses have arisen from the lack of it
But nothing's instantaneous
And when you it's just you and the book
Will you prepare yourself to snatch
The chance of havin it
I offer you a path of composure
A path in which you'll never make the matters worse
When it begins to boil over
Foretold a world in which I could trudge thru it all
Before I ever to walked
I had to learn about the Kraal
O what remembrance it has along with illuminations of light
Repeat after me, say
Ashadu an la ilaha illa ullah, wa ashadu anna muhammadan rasul ullah
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15. |
Shirk
03:53
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I'll be the devil they want me to be
Red and blue lights on my life
Hope they know that I keep me a blicky
Right under the seat
Use ya acuity, usually usury
Only resided for niggas like me
Whitey abusin tenuity
Damper the unity
Fakin the citywide beef
Brown paper bag as we sip from the poison
That be the same color as most of the tap
Industry plantin illiterate niggas
Now most of these niggas be thinkin they rap
Burdened by stresses
And I cant express it
So I reinterpret the feelin with gats
Searched for the land where the
Hands do not stain from the sadist
But I could not see where they at
We been perturbing the warming
It's Aokiji at the terminal
You ain't check in and we ain't never heard of you
All of that agony felt like a slap on the wrist
But for you it's feelin like a tourniquet
Why don't you save me the tears
White folks keep me outta ya prayers
I know what's evil incarnate
They got Yakubian layers
I'm like but what is a man
Nothin but piles of secrecy
I know what you really are
Under the guise of security
Know your demise is a surety
I know the day of acumen
Will brutalize all that you love to obscurity
Stomp a nazi in my Prada
Swear we everything you not
All the shootas in Valhalla
Watchin all they children smile
Swear that vengeance finds their way
Thru inner workings of jihad
Stomp a nazi in my Prada
Swear we everything you not
All the shootas in Valhalla
Watchin all they children smile
Swear that vengeance finds their way
Thru inner workings of jihad
Stomp a nazi in my Prada
Swear we everything you not
All the shootas in Valhalla
Watchin all they children smile
Swear that vengeance finds their way
Thru inner workings of jihad
Soon a rain of blood
The likes of which you cannot imagine
Shall fall down on you
It will be a stormy death
Take heed, struggler
Struggle, endure, contend
For that alone is the sword of one
Who defies death
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