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