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We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they can't to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery
go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas me cause I'm ill
The greatest ever told, niggas in the field
From Solomon to Sambo to Django, fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it the wheel
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran in the three
The trap raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the
Niggas know the God saved me
You can blow the nose off, that change it
Obamacare won't heal all anguish
We came a way from the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
necklace, middle finger erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illah is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All these devils, I got to strike
All these just waitin' on the war cry
Mama said: "son, you got to drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it from on a slaveship
Live from the fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the ship
Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it plated
in that bitch 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. Drizzy for so much art
Silly me rappin' 'bout that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 A Slave
This Ace of Spades like an Oscar
tux, look like a mobster
Don't me rra yah, nigga watch your tone
I come to court with black on
Y'all hella of my melatonin
I could out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So when my arms and feet shackled I get paid
All due
I'm ready to the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I seem
Showed up to the last supper in brand new J's
I'm the true and livin', of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
You're blind,
Blind to the of who you are maybe
My crazy
Kings and queens and Michael rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, can't kill me
I've inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock sucker we it