I think I'm Malcolm X... Martin Luther... Add a King... Add a Junior...
Couple'a bible verse, couple sunnahs...
An AK-47, that's a revolution.
They gon' think I'm Tupac, Bob Marley... Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey.
Them the real ones, light a lighter for 'em.
Let 'em know, that I'm ridin' for 'em.
Gon' give me some... A lil' mo' beat.
Call ya friends around, then call the police.
I'm ridin' with my flo, take up fo' seats.
So, I'm gon' ghost-ride, but with no sheets!
One man by myself, even then I'm fo' deep.
Like hotel pools, that's fo' feet.
These niggas like them rooms... So suite.
Price line... So cheap!
I'm a cell phone, they some room keys... I'm some shell toes, they the shoe strings.
I turn 'em off, I take 'em out... I'm Reverend Run, with the laces out.
My Adi-das... So adios... All day I dream, like I'm comatose.
That your ship's sinkin', and I'm so afloat. I'm T-pain, I'm on a boat!
Not the slave one, Di caprio's either. Here the waves come, they started in the bleachers.
Some swag surfin', the pools gettin' deeper. You still suite, though, Here come the room keepers.
Ok, I'll be the strings, you be the shoes. But guess what? (What?) Now they Jimmy Choos!
I wear the pants, you wear the (?). Your shit meows... My shit ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-ooooooos!
I gotta 5th flo', call me brotha man. Africa the set, yeah that's the Motherland.
For that BP, I shed 50 tears... In Nigeria that oil been spillin' for like 50 years.
50 years?! Hell nah! Hell yeah! I'm tryin'a tell y'all.
At this rate, niggas gon' lose. Can't search for water or grow ya own food.
Tell me what's gon' happen, when them stores close... And they ain't gon' open up, no mo'?
That's the realest shit... Yeah, you gon' feel that... Hunger's your enemy, but you can't kill that.
Nigga, wake up! Don't join the army. Kill ya own peoples, but fear Illuminatis.
And they ain't even real... Or are they? But you wouldn't even know, because you partay...
Too fuckin' much.
If you start to doubt me, they already in yo mind and comin' out yo mouth.
It's not a trick... Nigga, it's a trap! Survival of the fit, is what they aimin' at.
And niggas ain't fit, fat as hell. Fat in mind, body fat as well.
Who use most the drugs? Americans. What's in Afghanistan? HEROIN!
You think that's by mistake? They can stop that. Don't think you safe, though, because you not black.
Greed is color blind, so I'm color blind. They gon' fuck with yours, soon as they done with mine.
They say I try to hard, verses overwhelm. I learned most of this, from niggas in the jail!
Where you think I'm from? I'm from the streets, nigga. Triple OGs told me to teach, nigga!
And that ain't made up. Nope! That's a fact. They say that gangsta shit, is the shit I rap.
Look who I attract, look at my inner circle. Bunch'a street niggas, and a couple Urkels.
Look at my fanbase, oh yes! Fuck what "Pro" say... Look at this protest!
Where they do that at?! Who they do that fo'?!
My (?) is movin' bad and things is movin' slow?! NO!!
You talkin' revolution on public radio. Catch me down in Houston, sittin' on them 84's.
Tre, what's up? ABN, got ya back nigga, sink or swim!
Free Chilly-Chill!
Shake off yo' masters...
Pray to God...
Build yo Mind Faster...
I think I'm Malcolm X... Martin Luther... Add a King... Add a Junior...
Couple'a bible verse, and some sunnahs... An AK-47, that's a revolution.
I'm Tupac, Bob Marley... Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey.
Them the real ones, light a lighter for 'em.
If you ain't know, I'm ridin' for 'em.
FNF UP! LASERS!!!!!!!
F N F UP!
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