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We need each other, we have to have each other four our survival From the revolutionaries to the conservatives, a black united front (Uh huh) Is what we're about (Yeah) The makin' of the mob, the changin' of the guard An angel from the Lord in ceremonial garb The big homie in charge, main culprit at large Emerged over the odds, the victory is ours The talented Mr. Trotter, a midnight marauder If there's blood in thе water, no stoppin' the top shotta I drop bombs, multiple arms likе candelabras on a mission I'm chasing chicken like a Chupacabra, nigga Salute your father, I'm headed back to Wakanda After the drama, rappers get medivac'ed to the trauma To kill a lion separated from the pride I rule Zion, I am the most hated one alive A gun was fired, another one expired I represent the unwanted, undesired Wash me hands off it all, then raise one and testified To lyrical manslaughter, I'm guilty but justified, nigga I started running the streets when I was nine When, when I started running around at nine I knew what I was gonna do when I was ten Trust the vibe when it's the fly sinister SongtextePhilly's certified finisher, the prime minister In God's image the monument, the homage is to The problem is acknowledgin' how to apply penance for the transgressions That I've accepted in acquiescence of my own presence As I inspected my loaded weapon (Y'all just don't get it) So stream it at your own discretion, every answered question Investment in your own protection They be like: "Black, well, who knew we'd be receivin' a new you That's part Zulu and Farrakhan meets Pharaoh Khufu?" Misinterpret my level of genius and call it cuckoo But the Swahili meaning of freedom is still uhuru To the booth guru, I deliver the truth to you Who got the nerve to act as if this isn't proof to you That I will mobilize a militia then troop to you? No tellin' what I got in the system to shoot through you If it's too brutal, look the other way like I'm bribin' you But surrender all your valuables as if I'm robbin' you As I slide, the hassle to the side, like a tassel The facade of the place I reside is like a castle I'm the honorable Pensée Noir, my nom de guerre I'm the czar, the Peking-to-Paris, is my kinda car I'm the R, I'm the L, I'm the Kane All correlated, unadulterated power The king been coronated, wake up No masquerade, remove the make-up It's no sleep, but my eyes refuse to stay shut It's gatekeeper's responsible for this place But historically, the authorities been morally bankrupt Enter the executioner, speaking of retribution I will send shots to Lucifer even to catch the future Me and the best producers out again, en route again Airborne audio spores, it's like an allergen, so In conclusion, I wanna clear the confusion Any rumors the artist you're currently hearin' is human The shapeshifter, weightlifter, I hate Hitler I'm the great victor behind the bars, state prisoner Aus Songtexte Mania