Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Malcolm X, artist - Sy Ari Da Kid. Album song Better Safe Than Sy Ari, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sy Ari Da Kid
Song language: English
New Malcolm X |
Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means |
I learned from what I seen, had a dream |
'Til it turned to a nightmare, Martin Luther the King |
Without a queen, nah mean? |
Nah mean, nah mean? |
Still shining in front of the hood like highbeams, yah mean? |
It seems, I’m as great as a god |
They say I’m the bomb, I got a date with Saddam |
As-salamu alaykum, wa’alaykumu as-salam |
Cookin' turkey bacon but I don’t pray to Allah, nah |
Die for it all or live for something |
Shit can get disgustin' within this discussion |
Fuck it, would you risk your life for what you believe in? |
The world is cold, at least you wasn’t anemic |
They wanna kill me mid-speech, afraid of my truth |
A few real niggas left, they hate that I’m proof |
My value on demand, niggas can’t ignore it |
And if you can’t buy it twice then you can’t afford it |
See I’m the man of all this real shit these niggas is claimin' |
They physically free, mentally livin' in cages, pray for 'em, yeah |
New Malcolm X, by any means |
I learned from what I seen, had a dream |
'Til it turned to a nightmare, Martin Luther the King |
Without a queen, nah mean? |
By any means, yaddadimean? |
In the coupe, my Miss Coretta Scott thing |
And I swear I had a dream, I had a dream |
But it went out like Dr. King |
I know that life is pie, I’m a tiger, I’m pissin' on you clowns |
Swim in the piscine, drunk, pray to God I don’t drown |
I’m Mister One Dollar, ain’t got a dollar in my pocket |
Pick a coin out the rubble, long travel roads, I suppose |
I expose myself through the music, talkin' execution |
Moves I do, kick dumb flips, sommersault |
Mastermind, winter killed spring then summer 'sault |
Summer assault, mash words, mumble talk |
I don’t fumble y’all, look at me ramblin' as usual |
You don’t know what sixteen gunshots will do to you |
Two handguns, shotgun user like |
Blucka, blucka, blucka, wasn’t none I could do |
I was focused on the movement, wan' kill me then do it like |
We can be the start and the spark of the revolution |
Televised through some rebel eyes, hella uncivilized |
Dangerous capable individuals and odds, uh |
Man, just bring in the pallbearers |
All y’all thought we stole from y’all eras |
Love them people you call home, equip 'em with long feathers |
And make sure they stalk my steps wherever I walk, yeah |
I’m Malcolm X on the X pill |
Dr. King on the jet going to Russia to go see Svetla |
Hope they don’t check us at the customs and the connectors |
Or whatever, hope they don’t check us at the customs |
A lot of guys just overstate the obvious |
Cliche niggas from colleges, ramblin' about their consciousness |
If you ask me, that’s exactly what the problem is |
Politics and probably want a cracker' nigga startin' shit |
I never beg for pardons, it’s the part of lion’s mafia |
The horrifyin' rottin' writin' revolution army, bruh |
It’s a skruggle with a C or a K |
Social worker on the way, you children better behave |
And all the Christians want to know if I’m 5 percentin' |
And 5 percenters want to know if I’m rockin' with 'em |
And the Hindus want to know which past life is the beginnin' |
And I’m just shruggin' my shoulders like, «My nigga, what’s the difference?» |
Still mass murder, I’m Nat Turner on Nat Geo |
Who’s lyin'? |
Kill a lion, wear his body like a Snuggie |
Hot fresh hemoglobin warm the skin of a druggie |
And all these fuckin' fakes around me all pretendin' they love me |
Still any means necessary, even if it means gettin' buried |
Even if it means gettin' carried by your closest friends, rockin' gloves at the |
cemetary |
It’s gon' get ugly, uh |
New Malcolm X, by any means |
I learned from what I seen, had a dream |
'Til it turned to a nightmare, Martin Luther the King |
Without a queen, nah mean? |
Inspiration lyin' naked somewhere on vacation |
Your whole crew zombies, no denominations |
It’s strictly observation, so why bait you? |
Inflate you with my nature, put seas and extends like the makers |
Won’t have to primate your height and states emergencies |
Against the wall, head in your knees, somehow we reached this |
I know I was walking eager, something awful lies between us |
Probably a siren screamer, sky was fallin' through my fingers |
But you see all of these bombs playin' hopscotch so close next to you and me |
It kinda got me thinkin' what is life but chuggin' ether |
And lovin' people and I know that’s hard for you to see |
When I say you, I’m scared, I’m really just talkin' to me |
I’d rather change the subject, holidays enough sweats |
And great sex caused the cardiac arrest |
And to make it this far we done hobbled and stepped |
I done lost a few queens for these here rap checks |
You follow impressed, I’m in the jungles with hacksaws |
Pushin' the caravan inland for actuals |
Holdin' my nuts on the cavernous as a lantern |
Scramblin' for the light inside your eyes with the fist of mud |
Spend my little yearly earnings on a trip to the Nile |
and we’re searchin' for the real plug |
Pray extension cord extend to Adamsville |
Well shit 'bout as solid as a willow in the wind storm |
Mannin' the cannons, handin' 'em deaf slips lord |
Way before my time, feeling like a stillborn |
Under pressure like Freddy, and God bless you |
If you find yourself sleepwalkin' in on our session |
Or find yourself late sneakin' in on God’s lesson |
Like you got your homework, couldn’t get the last question |
Excuse me, excuse me miss? |
So you, you got your homework? |
Couldn’t crack the last question |
Ma’am, ma’am |
Said you did your homework, I couldn’t get the last question |
Damn, ma’am, please, please |
Please help me out |
New Malcolm X, by any means |
I learned from what I seen, had a dream |
'Til it turned to a nightmare, Martin Luther the King |
Without a queen, nah mean? |