[Intro]
Hey n***a, I ain't about to keep rapping for free
They killing n***as in the street, supposedly
N***as in dashikis and shooting n***as off rooftops
And shit n***a, this shit going crazy n***a
I need my fucking hymns n***a, real talk, Isa Muhammad

[Verse]
Slave blood Apartheid, Malcolm X and King died
Jesse Jackson's mustache, Al Sharpton's perm sweat
Police coming keep sweat, I suspect you keep Tecs
Wu-Tang Protect Ya Neck, Mike Xavier, Johnson shit
Drones killed the children still, I ain't even got a deal
I was in the mansion once occupied by Holyfield
Cotton picked out in the field, strange fruit is growing still
All my n***as know it's skill, like HIV and Cloverfield
Like bullets through my brothers' skin
They better hope that Trump don't win
Or ashes will be in the wind
Like Rodney King was beat again
I'm Huey P, I'm Eldridge Cleaver
Turn the skeptics to believer
Turn a bad bitch to a diva
Corner three, I'm Trevor Ariza
Throw a flag I'm refereeing
Rappers y'all just out of season
Rapping for no fucking reason
Bars gon' give me charge of treason
I'm a fucking mausoleum
My future's way too bright for seeing
All I know is Carpe Diem, fuck n***as I don't see 'em
LSD and shrooms in case so I can take the pain away
And put it all up in the page
And make it seem like Nicolas Cage
My soul is trapped up in the maze
My mind is somewhere out of space
I don't recognize my face, all my thoughts without a trace
I got Sean Carter's taste, I got William Roger's swagger
I ain't see no pentagrams, ain't no blood-covered daggers
They gon' keep killin' n***as, Black Lives Doesn't Matter

[Outro]
Hey, this is for motherfucking all y'all n***as out there
Scared and shit of the motherfucking police
What the fuck you scared of, n***a?
You the motherfucking black man, n***a
You the fucking Original Man, n***a
The fuck you scared of, n***a?
Stand up black man, quit being a bitch, n***a
Fucking take care of your families and shit, n***a
Protect your motherfucking communities, n***a
Get your bread up, n***a
Quit being a bummy-ass n***a, blood
Get your bread up, my n***a
This shit real in the field, my n***a
This ain't no motherfucking game, n***a
This the end of time, n***a
They want us dead, n***a
They want us out of the motherfucking picture
Dead, In Jail before 25, n***a
You already know what it is, n***a
Fucking Isa Muhammad, n***a
Fucking Maybach Music, n***a
Can't fuck with us, n***a
Can't stop this shit, n***a
We gon' be way too rich to kill, n***a