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Dear white people, I am not your negro Yeah, black people, y'all just got your hero All these rap demons I'm about to Deebo Me and Assata, my ATLien alter ego The Queen of Sheba and Musa Keita, produce a heater Salute your teacher, my newest seed is a future leader A testament of my evolution of excellence To be or not to be human, that's what the question is I'm still the answer regardless, rappers is movin' targets Acknowledge me as the smartest passenger movin' forward My little sister bars blast like Kalashnikov Just because, heavy bass, dance like Baryshnikov The sound pierce like bullets and swords From a nation under attack like bulletin boards And I'm reppin' the foundation to the fullest, of course Today, another life was lost and it could have been yours Whether in Colorado or Collie Park You but a mile apart from the sharpness of my remarks The Black oligarch makin' weaponry out of art My supplier Sol Messiah told me we gotta talk I walk through the dark Now do I roll deep or do I hold heat? Now am I laid back or a control freak? Rockin' a crown gilded in gold leaf I'm from a place where the people dream, but don't sleep SongtexteYou are now tuned in to the classics This fine art, leave this work to the masters Ain't met a man or woman yet could surpass us Cheers to the slaughter era, bow your head and raise your glasses You are now tuned in to the classics This fine art, leave this work to the masters Ain't met a man or woman yet could surpass us Cheers to the slaughter era, bow your head and raise your glasses Look, I don't wan' keep this dialogue alive But they still don't know why I'm out for blood, I'm not surprised I keep my fangs well-hidden behind a model smize And this tyrannical grammar stay italicized by design I'm emphatically beast over every domain I survey Leave prey in states of paralysis with my rabid eyes And me and Thought together, portrait of your worst fears The darkeness come to light when two Leviathans is fraternizin' My stock splintered from God's innards to maul sentences 'Til every mob within yards beyond penitent Squad minted from Nina's demeanor and Lauryn lyrics We bogard dinner tables and squat like Solange's titular album, homie I'm scripture embodied Holy sixteens turn a fiend to redeemer Picture of pious, quotin' my verses like I'm second coming, that's just one way that I've been heard described I'm Obatala crossed with 2Pac And the cost is all eyes on me when I occupy space, immersed in white 'Cause I'm lit like a seven-day My third eyelid stay wide open like it's broken, it's unsettling It's a high risk going up against my pedigree It's Black Thought and Roc, the Ibis and his Padawan You are now tuned in to the classics This fine art, leave this work to the masters Ain't met a man or woman yet could surpass us Cheers to the slaughter era, bow your head and raise your glasses You are now tuned in to the classics This fine art, leave this work to the masters Ain't met a man or woman yet could surpass us Cheers to the slaughter era, bow your head and raise your glasses The atom splitter, dark matter, enigmatic figure Dwell in shadow, then emerge when my genetics triggered The sleeping giant, the ether supplier, keep 'em wired So when every verse hit their circuitry, make repeat required Who fired a live round outta the cartridge? The foul words written on parchment High and exalted, police and fire department main culprit A glimmer in the eye of the target, the mind of a marksman The word sorceress, preferred source of that black magic The same orifice that feigned voiceless, then spat acid The dream eater, the grim reaper, sixteen killer The sonic boom when an MC and Elohim meet up The cypher, the grim reaper, the gatekeeper, the late creeper The street sweeper that think deeper, the complete speaker The Svengali, went from reefer in the alley To freakin' with a Somali on the beaches of Malawi Now he the luminary, the heavy pituitary Knew it very early on, I'd be the legendary Hot as Assata, my vocabulary contemporary Personally autographing every obituary for y'all You are now tuned in to the classics This fine art, leave this work to the masters Ain't met a man or woman yet could surpass us Cheers to the slaughter era, bow your head and raise your glasses You are now tuned in to the classics This fine art, leave this work to the masters Ain't met a man or woman yet could surpass us Cheers to the slaughter era, bow your head and raise your glasses The Black Renaissance Aus Songtexte Mania