Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

The ghost of Mandela, my flows they propel it
Let these words be earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this make room for mistakes and depression
And with that said my nigga, let me ask this question

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When hit the fan (one two, one two)
When shit hit the fan, is you still a
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they it
Let these words be your earth and moon you consume message
As I lead this army make room for mistakes and
And that being said my nigga, let me ask this question

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a
Want you to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a

Do you in me? Are you deceiving me?
I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?
Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on
Would you where the sermon is if I died in this next line?
If I'm tried in a court of law, if the cut me off
If the government want me dead, plant in my car
Would you judge me a drug kid or see me as K.
Or question my character and me on every blog
Want you to love me Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's a blessing
But a ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:

When shit hit the fan, is you still a
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask you
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows propel it
Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every
As I lead this army make for mistakes and depression
And with

Do you believe in me? How much you believe in
You think she gon' stick around if 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you when you down behind bars hurt?
You think y'all on common if you promise to be the first?
Can you be without your life being expired?
Even though you share the same is it worth the time?
Like who got your best interest? how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the people that say love you and who pretending?
How tough is your skin when turn you in, do you show forgiveness?
What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being
What kind of den did they put you in when the lions hissing
What kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or mind when it's mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like
You wanna walk in in his but you peace-making seldom
You be remembered that delivered the message
That considered the of everyone, this your lesson for everyone, say

shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a
you look to your left and right, make sure you ask you friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a

The voice of Mandela, hope these flows propel it
Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every
As I lead this army make room for and depression
And if you ridin' me nigga

I wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me Nelson
I went to Robben's analyzing, that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity, like how much you me
Is this a fake or real as the heavens be?
See I got to it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs
Trees, plants, grass, how the blow
Murphy's Law, generation X, I ever be your ex?
off a baby step, mobbed by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under
Crawled under rocks, y'all, it's respect
But then tomorrow, put my back the wall
How many leaders you you needed then left 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Huey or Detroit Red?
Is it Luther, JFK, shooter you assassin
Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, Michael Jackson, oh

When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

The of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it
Let my be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead army make room for mistakes and depression
And if you riding me nigga, let me ask this question nigga

I remember you was
Misusing influence
I did the same
Abusing my power, of resentment
Resentment turned into a deep depression
Found screaming in the hotel room
I didn't self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I went for answers
I came home
But that stop survivor's guilt
Going and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
Or how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved was fighting the continuous war back in the city
I was a new one
A war that was on apartheid and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to the and tell the homies what I learned
The word was
Just you wore a different gang color than mines
mean I can't respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the and hurt we caused each other in these streets
If I you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us
But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another

Shit and all I wrote
I was gonna call another nigga but, it really a poem,
I just felt like it's you probably could relate to.
Other that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,
I always wanted to ask you about a situa
About a actually, you spoke on the ground.
What you mean that, what the ground represent?

The ground is gonna up and swallow the evil.
how I see it, my word is bond.
I see and the is the symbol for the poor people,
The poor is gonna open up this whole world
And up the rich people.
'Cause the rich gonna be so fat, they gonna be so appetizing,
You what I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing.
The poor be so poor and hungry
You know what I'm it's gonna be like
might be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich

Aight so let me ask you then,
Do you see yourself as somebody that's
Or somebody that made the of their own opportunities?

I see myself as a natural hustler,
A true hustler in every of the word. I took nothin'
I the opportunities, I worked at the most menial and degrading job
And built myself up so I get it to where I owned it.
I went from having manage me
To me the person that works my management company.
I everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years
You know what I'm saying I myself a millionaire.
I made millions for a lot of now it's time to make millions for myself,
You what I'm saying.
I made millions for the companies,
I made millions for these movie companies, now I make for us

And through your different avenues of
How would you say you managed to keep a level of

By my in God, by my faith in the game,
And by my faith in all good things to those that stay true.
You know what I'm saying, and it was to me for a reason
You know I'm saying, I was noticing,
I was the right buttons and it was happening.
So it's no problem, you know I mean it's a but I'm not finna let them know.
I'm finna go through

Would you consider a fighter at heart
Or that only reacts when they back is against the wall?

I like to think at every opportunity
I've ever been threatened with resistance it's been met resistance.
And not me but it goes down my family tree.
You what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back

Aight well, how long you it take before niggas be like,
We fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all

In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit strength
And right now while you a teenager
While you still strong or while you wanna lift weights,
While you still wanna back.
'Cause you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of a man
Out of a man in this country.
And you don't wanna no more.
And if you don't me you can look around,
You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old

That's crazy, because me being one of your of the legacy you left behind
I can truly tell you that there's but turmoil goin' on
So I wanted to ask you what you think is the future for me and my generation

I think that niggas is grabbin' shit out the stores
And next time it's a riot there's gonna be for real
I don't think America can know
I think American we was just playing and it's gonna be some more playing
But it gonna be no playing.
gonna be murder, you know what I'm saying,
It's be like Nat Turner, 1831, up in this muthafucka.
You know what I'm saying, it's happen

That's crazy man. In my opinion hope that we kinda have left
Is and vibrations
people don't understand how important it is.
Sometimes I be like, get a mic
And I don't know what type of energy push out,
Or where it comes from. Trip me out

the spirits, we ain't really rappin'
We letting our dead homies tell stories for us

I wanted to read one thing to you.
It's actually something a good had wrote describing my world.
It

"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets conceived it
Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it, in order to protect itself from mad city
While consuming its environment the caterpillar begins to notice to survive
One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but praises the
The represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar
But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to it to his own benefits
Already surrounded by mad city
The caterpillar to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see his own thoughts
He's
When trapped inside these walls certain ideas start to roots
Such as going home, and back new concepts to this mad city
The
Wings to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the sheds light on situations
That the caterpillar considered, ending the eternal struggle
Although the butterfly and are completely different
are one and the same."

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