There’s not enough bullets in this world to kill everyone that deserve death

And there will  be a 144,00 left

Right now I’m at my best

Holding my penis and pounding my chest

Jay z might have the baddest chick in the industry wearing his chain

I got the baddest chick in the ghetto using her brain

Love me before the fortune and fame

Im bigger than my name

Servant of allah

I open this Quran learn words of wisdom

Before bullets run out

Life or death situations

Strike with this Quran leave a scar

They say don’t take in the bathroom

Nothing about use as a weapon

Against these infidels

But use it as a tool to serve Allah

Free my people from the slums of this earth

Cursing babylon

Till im in the dirt like Ronald Reagan

Like women in tight pants

But loving u in that skirt

Blouse that’s see thru 

At war with my soul

Like Marvin and Tupac

Im prettier than  like Cassius clay

Same level as Muhammad Ali

And people in the hood don’t find me funny like bill Cosby 

But if u touch me get torched like Iraqis 

Live on farmers blvd but was kidnap from Afrika over 4 centuries 

I curse like dick Chaney

But children listen like I was big bird on Sesame Street 

So I clean up music like homeless around boiling green

Truth is hated more than pigs in these streets

But when truth is reveled bring more joy than dead pigs in these streets

Know before speech

Teach with your  speech

They follow your lead 

Don’t be the blind leading the blind

Open they eyes

Be the sight seek and you shall find 

Im cocky

Im stocky

And you could put boulders in my way

Im dark

Im beautiful

And if ya harm my family

Then I'll  shoot ya

Stab ya

Throw you in front of the e train

Electrocute u

Drown ya

Poison u

Wish death on u

Wanna live my life in peace

Show off  on stage

Better than the act before

Fell sorry for the act that come after my applauds

Im not in the top five but I’m number one in my mamas  heart

I talk a lot of that s word

Lower my glance can’t give up my herb

Won’t break my word or my balls

Don’t talk my busines over the phone

Or in a poem

This just art in its finest since  Beethoven  

Why we can’t get reparations like them people they threw in ovens

Or laid them train tracks

If your black get your back against that wall open fire