You go to that 43 you had, I didn't hear any, but I had to jump, looks like we down

A **** from Memphis made the beat

Psalms 144 and 1, blessed be the Lord, my rock, he trains my hands for war, my fingers

For battle

I'm a black talent, no retreat, no surrender, no regret

Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, I got a man, they think I'm one of them, but I be damned if

They can criticize my pen, it's G-O-D

Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, I got a man, they think I'm one of them, but I be damned if

They can criticize my pen, it's G-O-D

Can't even lie, I make it look easy, I do this, water the wine, I'm more of a Jesus

Than Judas

Flow is really hard, I got heavy bars, that'll break through the floor, Kingpin, Nicky Barnes

Yeah

My style code is deep, freezes at any season, I lay a verse to perfection without minding

Critiquing

Yeah, them **** is sleeping, but my lesson is him, so any **** that can use a pen becomes

A victim

Yeah, I'm going dumb, yeah, I'm going stupid, yeah, I'm going dummy, wipe the drool off

My stomach

Hell yeah, I'm trying shy, put the rap game in the figure four, squeeze on to break his

Spine

And for that particular reason, I go hard when them **** be hating, that's word to

Willie Beaman

I catch your bitch in touchdown, Antonio Freeman, and when I say I'm sucker free, she far from

The reason

When you ask the Negro what type of power he would like to have, that of which his ancestors

Underwent, or that of which his oppressors possessed, I think it's a very trick question

Because you don't really want to know what he really wants to have

What you want to know is what you need to prepare for, and what you're not prepared

For

It's when the gold, the oil, and the drugs collide on the same soundstage, and you're

Faced with a bigger dilemma than what you had when we didn't know about this shit

It's G-O-D

A **** from Memphis made the beat