My job was to connect Black America to Africa!

And if God is with me, you would do well to leave me alone

Streets is talking

Mostly out they neck, think Stephen Hawking

This ain't a HBO show, don't believe the Gossip

Girls want me for the mugshot, feds want me on a drug stop

Passport tripping like Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock

I'm an African intellectual, go peep my Ted Talk

You start connecting the dots, they gon' hit you with that red dot

Look at Nkrumah, look at Malcolm, look at Martin

When you unifying shooters, then yo' ass become a target

It's funny, twelve come for me, it's everywhere

But I get Moosa eleven years off a prison sentence, they never cared

I pop a wheelie, they want me Meek Mill'd

I been sober for a year, I'm doing millies off a weed deal