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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, labeled me
But they relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans they waited so patiently
one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest ever told, niggas in the field
Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's fact
I'm the of rap and I get it from the wheel
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 of the pyramids
know the Black God saved me
You can the nose off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't heal all anguish
We came a way from the bottom of the boat
All to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, in the wreckage
Asha du illah is the message
All these niggas, I got to 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 from the fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the ship
Poppin' my chain, and it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no royalty
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them
Sorry Mrs. for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' shit that I really bought
While rappers rap about guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 A Slave
Ace of Spades look like an Oscar
Black tux, look like a
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch tone
I come to with black boxers on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So when my arms and shackled I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into
These are the days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in some new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien,
You're blind,
to the fact of who you are maybe
My crazy
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan
I go stupido,
The is filthy, y'all can't kill me
I've been from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it