One purpose of my man
African I am
Stinging to have you understand
As I am on the top
with the plan
I command attention
Hotta than I ran
As I rock and demand
Every ounce of blood
Like the Taliban
Al Qaeda and the insurgents
Lyrically splurging
Dissecting the nervous hurting
Afraid of learning
I bet they’ll learn when
That heart’s start burning
Deserving what you get
Like OJ to Mark Furman
If you step to convict
You best be ready to acquit
Then submit your confidence
Cuz I’m too intelligent
With mad sense
for that Bullshit
C’Mon
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