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I'm back like I never left Should've been first of my class, but I second-guessed Third, I got my little dry spell wet to death And now they thirst for this holy drip, guess I'm blessed, bong Imagine being underrated Most undefeated rhyme orator on your playlist, gender unrelated They wanna put the Roc in a square box But when I pop the question, "Who better than I?" They don't come debate it 'Cause I'm young, Black, and gifted, blood That's the type of traits that make you a statistic, blood First they chuckle, then they copy your existence, blood But I'm bespoke, DNA patterns encrypted, blood That's Black gold, them Mansa Musa bricks Sahara Desert glow, head scarf with a loose stitch Politicking off the coast of Amalfi with two hitters Sipping gun powder, eating a Moroccan cous dish, God Tell the sound man get the levels up It's forty and a mule, time to settle up I ain't in the mood for the small talk Ever since the grind popped off, I ain't letting up Tell the sound man get the levels up It's forty and a mule, time to settle up I ain't in the mood for the small talk Ever since the grind popped off, I ain't letting up SongtexteDistrict born, two wrists adorned With something semi-precious, Super Hit sticks is glowing I'm in a deep state of mind, the Dalai Lama inclined Plotting to overthrow the Oval and the system's doing They try to censor me, instantly on a hundred Named Assata, makes sense I'ma be the most wanted Wanna send for me, got the sentry on the hunt With that rrah soundin' like a freaking symphony, son Pen is my weapon of choice, either that or the sword Either way, I take my point and leave your matter destroyed I wage war with every subpar competitor Vet all of my bars before battle, keep my daggers deployed They don't want me to win it, though, what a surprise And they don't like you to weigh in 'til they can cut you to size But what's a small ax to a redwood? I'm good on a Grammy, beloved, I'm Morrison, Pulitzer-prized I'm trying to hike the cliff so I can put my sisters on Me and this mic just might be Siamese, the grip conjoined Took eleven years of spitting at God level Now the merch table stackin' blue faces, that's that Krishna coin Build generational wealth like trust funds Goals of Rosewood in the flow's construction If I get in, everybody coming with me, plus one On that note, I'ma end it, no more melody, just drums, Roc Tell the sound man get the levels up It's forty and a mule, time to settle up I ain't in the mood for the small talk Ever since the grind popped off, I ain't letting up Tell the sound man get the levels up It's forty and a mule, time to settle up I ain't in the mood for the small talk Ever since the grind popped off, I ain't letting up Aus Songtexte Mania