A Prayer for Michael Vick and T.I.

[Sample: Minister Farrakhan]

You got a hell of a nerve

If, if my rhetoric is too strident

Who better to correct me than my brothers?

And my sisters?

If I need to be brought in line or refined

Who better to do it than the members of my own family?

We don’t get into your family business

You stay out of ours

[Verse 1]

I never got shook up by talks of Illuminati

I’m from where niggas talk that talk

Then walk around the streets all day

Carrying heat like the human body

Stress – we mastered that

Death – we laugh at that

You niggas sweeter than the cog-ni-ac

I never sleep

And when my eyes is closed, I'm in a deep battle for sheep

I’m an insomniac

But when it comes to the rhymes, a hypochondriac

The flow so sickly, splash a hot round on me

Peel off quickly

Luckily, not one of you niggas could fuck with me

I hit you with a plus degree

Mind detect mind, plus mind detect matter

With that, I say peace to the G.O.'s

And all my niggas locked away in cages, giving shit to the C.O.'s

Doing long stretches on the track

Cause they fell into the trap of the Neos

The Farrakhan of rap, giving dap to the people

Busting shots at the eagle, with the arrows in its talon

Sneaking shots when you peep through your peephole

Spit the abracadabra, manipulate matter with a black magic

Created to eradicate evil

So if they call me a rapper, okay, yeah, I can dig it

But if they bring me before the Congress, then I can kick it

I send the devil to hell every time that I get wicked

Ayah to ayah, sura by sura yeah, I get lifted

[Sample: Muhammad Ali] "People do say I'm cocky, some say I need a good whoopin', some say... I talk too much, but anything that I say I'm willing to back up... I have fulfilled all of my prophecies, I'm up to date in all of my predictions, my train is running on schedule."

[Verse 2]

One for the money, two for the pussy and fame

Three hundred’ll go to the court to change my name like Cassius

The past just show me lessons

Stay on my grind and pray that time will show me blessings

Was my old motto

I'm from the Magnolia Projects, where dice rollers and heroin addicts is role models

So I had no choice but to kick it to full throttle

My niggas in Philly'll probably tell you "the boy’s thorough."

Now, either you with me or you with me

Cuz even if you against me, running with my enemies

They ain't nothing but mini-mes

That I created long, long ago

And they only want to cut off

My lineage like the Kennedies

That being the case

You should be aware I blast many a face

And left niggas displaced like Katrina did

And gave them very little of nothing like FEMA did

And I ain't never seen a bid

Well, there was one time when me and Ali tussled with one-time

For claiming our sovereignty as a nation and bloodline

You niggas should give a standing ovation

To the MC who stands in the face of Satan

Hitting them with creation