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I said The making of the mob, the changing of the guard An angel from the Lord in ceremonial garb The main culprit at large, the big homey in charge Emerged over the odds, the victorious [?] The talented Mr. Trotter, a midnight marauder If there's blood in the water, no stopping the top shotta I drop bombs, multiple arms like candelabras on a mission I'm chasing chicken like a chupacabra, n***a Salute your father, I'm headed back to Wakanda after the drama Rappers get matter fact to the trauma The killer lion separated from the pride I [?] I am the most hated one alive A gun was fired, another one expired I represent the unwanted, unadmired Wash my hands of it all, then raise one and testify The lyrical manslaughter, I'm guilty but justified Trust the vibe-- --winister, fly sinister Philly-certified finisher, the Prime Minister In God's image, the monument-- --the high midgets Till the problem's acknowledged and how to apply Penance for the transgressions that I accepted In acquiescence of my own blessing as I expected My loaded weapons, y'all don't get it So look in your own direction, every answered question Investing in your own protection, they be like "Black, yo, who knew we'd be receiving a new you That's part Zulu and Farrakhan, m--" --fools who Misinterpret my level of genius and call it cuckoo But the Swahili meaning of freedom is still uhuru To the booth guru, I deliver the truth to you Who got the nerve to act as if this isn't proof to you That I'll immobilize a militia then troop to you? No telling what I got in the system to shoot through you If it's too brutal, look the other way like I'm bribing you, but Surrender all your valuables as if I'm robbing you as I slide The [?] to the side like a [?] with a facade place where I reside is like the castle on the honorable Pensée Noir, my nom de guerre I'm the tsar, the Peking to Paris is my kind of car I'm the R, I'm the L, I'm the K Uncorrelated, unadulterated Terror, the king's been coronated No masquerade, remove the make-up It's no sleeping, my eyes refuse to stay shut It's gatekeepers responsible for this place, but historically The authorities were morally bankrupt Enter the executioner speaking that retribution I will send shots to Lucifer even to catch a future Me and the best producers out again, on route again Air-born audio spores, it's like an allergen You know what I'm saying? It goes on and on
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