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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 cause waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels 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 Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran in the three
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 off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't all that anguish
We came a long way the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
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 these devils, I got to some
All these rebels just on the war cry
Mama said: "son, you got to drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it slaves on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, straight to the

Hop off the slave
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it plated
Walked in bitch like "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
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I really
While these rappers rap about they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit that ain't got
I'm on my Lupita
on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of Spades like an Oscar
Black tux, look a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, watch your tone
I come to with black boxers on
hella jealous of my melatonin
I could out at any given moment
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 caves
These are the last days, but do I seem
up to the last supper in some brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien,
blind, baby
Blind to the fact of who you are
My bloodline's
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
I've been inoculated the snakes and the fakes
The handshakes, cock sucker we made it