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I've traveled so far Couldn't tell you how far Feels as though I have been A million places at once Many lives I have lived Many battles I've fought I've fought, and lost Mass shooters Black rulers What's up to you half-truthers Hotep [?] That's humor I'm past the rumors I'm past the human The body is trash A bad computer A ghost, a ghost With massive tumors Can't threaten a nigga like me With death I'd be glad to do it And sprinkle my ashes on my Mac computer And rap into it While blastin' Future And say that's the future Thats the future Songtexte If you're lookin for trouble You ain't gotta look far Without the presence of dark Wouldn't- The year is 5625 Niggas is clappin' and stompin' in church, waiting for Jesus to come back alive Niggas is still (conscious), waiting on E.T. to come out the sky Stop all these crimes, mentally ill and out of their mind Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas is still awaiting for fleck to get some supplies Niggas is still like "Damn, I was just talkin' to so-and-so the other day, how did they die? Why?" Niggas is still (conscious), waiting for politicians to admit that they lied Since we all comrades, (let them niggas pre-locked up in them contracts) You accept that its generous, just 'cause the man let his boot off your neck just a little bit If that shit - if that shit - if that shit was threatening, you wouldn't know that it did exist They wouldn't - they wouldn't - they would've hid that shit from you, like all of your history They brought - they brought - they brought Bill Nye back from the dead just to get at me They sent so many agents my way, I could start an agency (You are nearly conscious) It's all about branding, all about branding, feel like a fraternity, niggas wanna brand me Niggas want Grammys, niggas want families, niggas think I'm crazy, I don't own a damn thing Where the fuck's the manual? They can't understand me, they can't understand me All that shit must go, all that shit is trash, there is not a Plan B (You are nearly conscious) Where do all of that go, where we gon' end up, where we all landing? This is just a shit-show, this is just a Citgo, I am only passing (You are nearly conscious) I've traveled so far Couldn't tell you how far Feels as though I have been A million places at once Many lives I have lived Many battles I've fought I've fought, and lost If you're looking for trouble You ain't gotta look far Without the presence of dark Wouldn't be any stars You may know who I am But do you know who you are? (You are, you are) These roads, they don't go nowhere These half-ways are a dead end I've had my share of losses I've had my share of lessons And I sure know what hell is And I ask you this question If we, ourselves, ain't perfect Then how could we know what heaven is like? Aus Songtexte Mania