[Verse 1]
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I, the holy spirit of Chicago
Married to the game I shoulda took the bitch to Cabo
I know, I know like Bill Withers, field n***as
They say stay safe but they still hit us
Fill the rivers
It's like the ghost of Emmet Till with us
We got black cards, now they gotta deal with us
Rihanna got a bil' they gotta deal with the sisters
And pursuit of happiness, I ask God to Will Smith us
[?] We inherit earth and speak into existence
I'm rooted in black thoughts like Tariq
I was a drifter, now I'm a shifter, a pair of dimes
An uplifer of tethered minds
Forever signed to the art form, no things didn't start warm
Wrinkles in time 'til I met my Tony Starks form
And straightened it out, Iron Man
While some, was working in pots and frying pans
Some of my guys moved keys like Robert Glasper
They gave me room so I could be a master
My book of life I write it like a Christ chapter
When hip hop was dead I met it in the life after
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Listenin' to Donny Hath' to tryna find a way to get my people out the trap or the prisons
Talkin' with my daughter, I learned to listen
She studyin' law I told her make good decisions
This is a prism of hip hop realism
From the block we arisen
Still we walk like Egyptians
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Planet Rock reinvention
The lock key ignition
To them Ali dimensions
Grew up around stones and they [?] me to wisdom
They yell all is well and it got me to wishin'
Tupac [?] I'm keepin' my head up
I am a rider, from the black pool of genius, and I'm a diver
Striver of perfection, inside of my reflections
The blessins of the destined
Restin' with no questions
These are the strides of a knocker
Took time to myself like Naomi Osaka
Took time off to never rhyme soft
My minds off the grid that I climbed off
I'm live 'til I sign off
My man Murry said never take your shine off
Sometimes I go offline to get these lines off
My crown [?] like the Chi town Opera
Violins, violence, they broke in my crib and seen Oscars, Emmys, Grammys
Damn, he near {?]
And he still hip hop
I'm to rap what Bird is to bebop
A.I. is to Reebok
Jada is to D-Block
The Game need a Detox
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Bernie says we cross for the tribes we lost
In the war with stars I make n***as into Ewoks
I'm a rap god but still human like the beat box
Rest in peace to Biz Markie, honor those that sparked me
I spit verses like girls get purses
Some rappers get by, and some get purchased
[Verse 2]