Produced by Religion. Shot by Haute Muslim
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LYRICS
I’m tired of Black murders
If they the new slaves we the New Nat Turners
No bodyguards no entourage
We them Cinque niggas taking the Amistad
Bombaclad we need to fast like Ramadan
The industry’s a bunch of fake heros like Comic-Con
Behind that mask you Robert Downey jr
My sheros got a 2 million bounty on her future
Mutulu’s locked in San Bernardino County as a shooter
You some go a long to get a long howie y’all neutered
I’m a mother f*cking Truther
My truth scars you gonna need a mother f*cking suture
Don’t let these new Stephen ass niggas recruit ya
Cause when Monsieur Candie gets tired he gonna mute ya
And I ain’t Django either
I ain’t waiting for no white man to come and give me my freedom
I won’t join em I’ll beat em leave em rottin in the hot sun
Rockin em with the shotgun Shotta I’m the top one
Tell the coroner box em eulogize then drop em
If the chose is freedom or death then what’s the option?
Oh y’all them RG3 niggas
Smiling at the camera them happy that y’all can please niggas
I’m Barack but Fonzworth is a marine nigga
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan I’m on my dean nigga
That’s why I never believe niggas
Oh you got them instagrams how come we never see pictures
Then claim God but never read scriptures
So we worship fame because a celebrities richer
So Jesus becomes Yeezus
then I guess Kim Kardashian is Mary Magdalene
And all her sins are cleansed through the camera lens
But then again maybe I’m just rambling
Line up these industry CEOs and let me battle them
Show Jimmy Iovine the crime scene with his headless brethren and tell him sign these
And when I hear sirens disconnect his neck from his spine clean
The difference my spitting is the equivalent of using ya high beams
All I want is you and ya mind freed the time needs
Way more than a nice beat and a rhyme scheme
Cause all that bull shit y’all talking don’t fertilize seeds
I heard it takes 2 chains to make a slave
One on your physical frame and one on ya brain
And once they got ya mental enslaved it runs like a train
So what are you really saying when you claim you stuck in the game
See they create corporations cause they never wanted fame
So the nigga that you see is the nigga that’s underpaid
Damn just another slave
I’m Jean-Jacques Dessalines I swing a mother f*cking blade
