40 And A Mule

I'm back like I never left
 Should've been first of my class, but I second-guessed
 Third, I got my little dry spell wet to death
 And now they thirst for this holy drip, guess I'm blessed, bong
 Imagine being underrated
 Most undefeated rhyme orator on your playlist, gender unrelated
 They wanna put the Roc in a square box
 But when I pop the question
 "Who better than I?" They don't come debate it
 'Cause I'm young, Black, and gifted, blood
 That's the type of traits that make you a statistic, blood
 First they chuckle, then they copy your existence, blood
 But I'm bespoke, DNA patterns encrypted, blood
 That's Black gold, them Mansa Musa bricks
 Sahara Desert glow, head scarf with a loose stitch
 Politicking off the coast of Amalfi with two hitters
 Sipping gun powder, eating a Moroccan cous dish, God
 Tell the sound man get the levels up
 It's forty and a mule, time to settle up
 I ain't in the mood for the small talk
 Ever since the grind popped off, I ain't letting up
 Tell the sound man get the levels up
 It's forty and a mule, time to settle up
 I ain't in the mood for the small talk
 Ever since the grind popped off, I ain't letting up
 District born, two wrists adorned
 With something semi-precious, Super Hit sticks is glowing
 I'm in a deep state of mind, the Dalai Lama inclined
 Plotting to overthrow the Oval and the system's doing
 They try to censor me, instantly on a hundred
 Named Assata, makes sense I'ma be the most wanted
 Wanna send for me, got the sentry on the hunt
 With that rrah soundin' like a freaking symphony, son
 Pen is my weapon of choice, either that or the sword
 Either way, I take my point and leave your matter destroyed
 I wage war with every subpar competitor
 Vet all of my bars before battle, keep my daggers deployed
 They don't want me to win it, though, what a surprise
 And they don't like you to weigh in 'til they can cut you to size
 But what's a small ax to a redwood?
 I'm good on a Grammy, beloved, I'm Morrison, Pulitzer-prized
 I'm trying to hike the cliff so I can put my sisters on
 Me and this mic just might be Siamese, the grip conjoined
 Took eleven years of spitting at God level
 Now the merch table stackin' blue faces, that's that Krishna coin
 Build generational wealth like trust funds
 Goals of Rosewood in the flow's construction
 If I get in, everybody coming with me, plus one
 On that note, I'ma end it, no more melody, just drums, Roc
 Tell the sound man get the levels up
 It's forty and a mule, time to settle up
 I ain't in the mood for the small talk
 Ever since the grind popped off, I ain't letting up
 Tell the sound man get the levels up
 It's forty and a mule, time to settle up
 I ain't in the mood for the small talk
 Ever since the grind popped off, I ain't letting up