Its like Moses and Pharaoh, now its the Big Apple Im just a runaway slave, these devils cant tackle We slippin out of handcuffs and breaking out of shackles Im Nat Turner in the mind of a time capsule We not no Buckwheats or Little Rascals Or Diffrent Strokes, or whatever have you (watch your mouth) A lil fame... a record deal dont make your freedom If man dont live by bread alone, how we gonna feed him So I choose to bring the truth about the seed of Edem But they swift with cunning words, and they still deceive em Your best rapper swinging yes, master, when they beat em Chris Columbus came with a fungus, recognize yall in strength in numbers They went from cowboys to bounty hunters, the FBIs hopping out of Hummers Taking your kids and your grandmothers Your niece and nephews, and your baby brothers Abraham Lincolns and nigga lovers
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 21:29:05 +0000
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