[Intro: [?] & Tha God Fahim]
Your favorite rapper has become a homosexual
So now, you're in contemplation
"Should I condemn this man?
Should I condemn him or should I not condemn him?"
That's what goes into your mind and your heart
And that's how they have tricked you
They make them your favorites
They make them play the slavery movie
They make you play the slave
And you back, and you conscious
And you like, "Yo, word, that shit happened, that's takin' me back"
They make you play the teacher
And you be like, "Word, I wish my teacher was like that"
They make you laugh, and smile, and have good times with them
When you goin' through bad times at home, and you turn on your TV, they are there for you to bring you up
And then what happens is one day, homie got a dress on
With lipstick and heels
Uh
Uh, check it, uh

[Verse: Tha God Fahim]
I'm a different kind of breed
If we was made like cars, I'd be a different kind of speed
I'm in a different league, I took a different creed
Whatever it takes to succeed, some even bleed
I do this shit for my people in need
And when we all free and what we wanna be
We can celebrate victory, engrave it in history
When all you nonbelievers backtrack mentally
If you a legend, then I'm mythic, considerin' we different
My presence is prolific, the poisonous afflicted
I roll a seven and a triplet
My powers on the microphone is mystic
I gotta grab what is mine
Ask around about me, I be one of a kind
I lead the blind through rhyme, and hold down the shrine
And let my words transcend through time
I stay refined, I come in peace
And being Black is my only crime roaming streets
In the heat of the beast, n***as wanna leech
I can drop some lessons on you if you wanna preach
I could learn something from you if you wanna teach
Keep the fire in my arm when I wanna reach
I'm like a flamethrower, how a n***a run with heat
I praise God, 'cause Allah really run the streets, uh
I try to live a righteous life
But demons in this world wanna take my life
So I'm packin' them forty-cals, my brothers hold me down
If you showin' you funny style, n***a, don't come around
And I'm just tryna live my life
But I ain't finna be the way you earn your stripes
[?] and interest, growin' ballistics
.223s, 5.56s
[?], kill every rhyme factor
Everything I'm trackin' hit like a linebacker
You ain't got clientele, my raps make minds swell
This for my soldiers doin' years, wrapped in a time shell
I was that n***a before rap
I was that n***a before this, before that
I been had skill to kill before crack
So I ain't gotta do no dick-ridin' and all that
I ain't nothin' like them dudes
Frontin' with them old-ass Nike shoes, what type is you?
Nowadays, rappers feminine as hell
Guess they was right when they said sex sells