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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we up from slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they waited so
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
From Solomon to 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 around in the
The trap raised me
Face all on the
all in the wall of the pyramids
Niggas know the Black God me
You can blow the nose off, that change it
Obamacare won't heal all that
We a long way from the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
Gold necklace, middle erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the
du illah illaha is the message
All these niggas, I got to one
All these devils, I got to some
All these rebels waitin' on the war cry
said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it from on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, to the spaceship

Hop off the ship
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold
in that bitch like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters, you I ain't missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I really
While these rappers rap about guns they shot
And a of other silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
This Ace of Spades look an Oscar
Black tux, like a mobster
Don't me rra yah, nigga watch your tone
I come to court with boxers on
hella jealous of my melatonin
I black out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So when my arms and feet I still get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back caves
are the last days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
blind, baby
Blind to the fact of who you are
My crazy
and queens and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
I've been from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it