[Verse]
The dynamic flip like a celly
One day you feedin' the poor
The next day you Machiavelli
Pops told me 'bout days like this
The recollection poured out
Like a levy as I watched Ed, Edd and Eddy
W.E.B and Booker T in a Hell in a Cell match
Why these demons keep chasin' me?
Been dolo since headbands on the wrist
You can’t lend hands to the kid
That hasn’t eaten in days
I don’t know if it’s been me or a phase
Amatory aphrodisiacs of internet age
Inclinations settin' papers full of ink to ablaze
Fahrenheit four hunnid fifty one years
Buckra passin' the plague
All of his high hopes
Siphoned from the utamawazo
Something like corona
How it kill off our wise folk
Uh
You cannot put sankara in a tuxedo
The negro, ego, sendin' shots through ya peephole
So
When the shit hit the fans
And the cuffs lock ya hands
And they took yo mans
And they foiled yo plans
And shorten ya lifespan
Would you carry the same wrath you held if it was yo clan?
Facepalms and faceplants
They claim they war ready
But they fuck up the war chant
They pussy with mission
Niggas be on they ninth chance
But I can’t fathom life
On the other side of the gate
Lord
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