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I must say that I am very honored and grateful to almighty God To all those of you who are in this audience Who heard in the newspapers about this controversial fellow When I read your newspapers, in truth I wondered who you were talking about Because I look at this fellow every day in the mirror And I don't see what you see Ain't no love but the one inside of the mirror I had to learn that shit the hard way Every penny I earned, paid for itself in heartbreak Members of my team descended to fiends, Delonte Some got murdered over ink like Ja Rule and Ashanti That jealousy is corrosive, it burn the one that beholds it Allah spoke to many prophets but only one of them's Moses On top of Mount Sinai receiving signals through Wi-Fi Let the trumpets blow for God's Son like Olu Dara Nas flow, I learned life was a bitch when I was 'bout five Writing suicide notes as a mixed kid on the Southside Switch lens to the present moment, I'm past the twenty-seven omen Life is short with a sense of humor, think Gary Coleman Almost sacrificed it getting high at my depressive lowest Fighting temptations like, "Ain't nobody came to see you Otis!" I found vision through all the shade, like Stevie's focus I lost friendships that parted ways Like an animal shelter, they caught a stray SongtexteMe and my dawgs learned to be ferocious All y'all niggas know is to hate, guess they xenophobic Sometimes an evil man can be a decent solider Let my tears fall on the page for the weeping poets If you will repudiate me Then repudiate me as a liar But if I speak the truth tonight Shut your mouth! Shut your mouth! I will stake my life on what I say Will you stake your life on what you say? Weeping poets Sorrow and grief behind us Satanic beasts is before us A table of feast to bestow us for mastering street heroics And even as the chalk dry It's still waters we walk by So when we hear, "Takbir" All we say is, "Allahu Akbar" Like a stranger in Palestine hurling molotovs at a cop car It's strictly by faith we got far Jay Elect-Phantom-of-the-chakras Ruler of Zamunda The Great King Joffre Joffer Spitting Old Testament New Testament and Apocrypha Victory is in our clutches like Mensa Hablar mi que tu piensas Since 1930, The Mahdi been at our center Bismillah Boys in the building, giving light out to the children Like a lighthouse to the pilgrims Like the sun to the whole six sextillion I pledge my life to the Christ Syllabus like Maximus did Aurelius Turn the eardrum to a umbilicus as I spit that you could never get rid of us Since Genesis, Exodus, and 'Viticus, I been at war with Darth Sidious Aus Songtexte Mania