Untitled (feat. Scar)

You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant
 Smoking white rhino on terraces
 Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist?
 Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and cherish it?
 Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, remarry it?
 My sister say it's necessary on some Cleopatra shit
 My grandmama said nope, never, that it's sacrilege
 Tend to agree because the thought is so disparaging
 The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like Mary did
 That's why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas
 It takes a woman's womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama
 The world might take that child, turn that child into a monster
 The Lord'll take a monster and fashion him a saint
 I present you Malcolm X for those who saying that He can't
 Saying that He won't, when I know He will
 You usually don't know it's you until you getting killed
 For real
 Dear Lord, have mercy
 On the ones that go through life like it's a game
 Dear Lord
 I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same
 'Cause people gonna lie
 Some people gonna steal
 You gotta be careful not to shit where you live
 Them people might try to have you killed
 Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield
 For real
 I ain't never gave a fuck
 I never did and never will
 Live my life on principle
 Keep it true, keep it real
 Better said, I keep it trill
 And no matter who don't like it, homie
 That's just how it is
 Naked truth like the stripper that's in front of me
 And I keep a blunt and a Bible and a gun on me
 Why? 'Cause I'm country-bred
 Actually, I'm south-er-ern
 Something like my brethren
 The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
 You should pay some homage, it's an honor this
 This is not a fiction that is sold by conglomerates
 This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
 Better said, Robert Beck, esoteric I could get
 This is John Gotti painting pictures like Dali
 This is Basquiat with a passion like Pac
 In a body like Biggie, telling stories like Ricky
 If a rapper was to spar, please tell him better kick it
 You with me?
 Dear Lord, have mercy
 On the ones that go through life like it's a game
 Dear Lord
 I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same
 'Cause people gonna lie
 Some people gonna steal
 You gotta be careful not to shit where you live
 Them people might try to have you killed
 Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield
 For real
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 I don't trust the church or the government: Democrat, Republican
 Pope or a bishop or them other men
 And I believe God has sustained me with rap
 So I pick a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
 And they can't kill a G, I seen how I die
 I'm only going once, a coward dies a thousand times
 Until that chariot come and take a nigga home
 I'ma spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs
 I'm gone