I know n***as in Timb boots that’ll stomp your face through the floor
Prisons that got bars that are better than yours
You know I would say I’m sonning you bastards
But if it was left up to me, you woulda been gone by the morning after

If Assata Shakur broke out of prison,
Why would I respect anybody doing a sentence for no snitching?
You got ya n***as out here dying deaths bloodier than Christ’s, yet not even worth half the sacrifice
If Malcolm killed for freedom, why would I respect anybody out here killing for bragging rights?

You females are emcees but you half the Lyte
All you do is rap about your pussy, so your walls and your rhymes are half as tight
You the baddest bitch
All the bark but half the bite

Never needed Martin to tell me that a million men weren’t made to march to Maybach Music
Rewind. Never needed Martin to tell me that a million men weren't made to march to Maybach Music
There is no secondary to revolutionary so I’ll put Calvary in my vocabulary
And if I’m my father’s child, then my resurrection is hereditary

All y'all talk about is pussy, clothes and gunplay
But God so loved the world that He sent me to spit you a Easter Sunday
Your reign is over, it’s His Son’s day

Don’t make it rain if you can’t make it grow
Don’t say you love your hood but can’t spit a 16 about hope
Don’t say you believe in God if you’re the same man that gained the whole world for the price of your soul
Don’t say that numbers don’t lie if they made you believe that you could put a price on your soul
And all you have to show for yourself is a body full of tattoos and nice clothes

Answer me this: is a fly n***a really a fly n***a if no one’s around to see him when the curtains close?
Or do n***as who say they get bitches really get bitches if all he fucks is hoes?
Congrats, your dick may be long but that’s the only thing about you that’s deep
The most harmful thing in the world is an emcee with a microphone whose mind is weak
Ignorant is the man who thinks he’s winning but can’t pronounce the credits on his own CDs or the tags on his own clothes
I get it, you should stick to POLO, it’s only two syllables
I always pictured Kanye with one of Cairo's Daughters, never a fucking Kardashian
But shit, nowadays even Cairo’s Daughters don’t even look African

If God forgives and you don’t, that makes you half the man, yet all the sin
But I guess there’s no point in believing in God if you can’t see Him
And if He’s small enough to wear around your neck, I see why you think that you can be Him
You mistake heaven for being rich, honesty for being a clip,
Soon, you won’t even be able to tell the difference between your daughter and ya bitch