It go one for the treble, two for the time, three for the hustle and four for the grind. You know the struggle I go-go for mine, I'm oh so inclined to G. oat divine.

It go one for the treble, two for the time, three for the hustle and four for the grind. You know the struggle I go-go for mine, I'm oh so inclined to G. oat divine.

I rock n roll for the soul of my ancestors
and built my dynasty without the masonic hand gestures.
Yeah - this is church right here.
Young, black, don't give a fuck - America's nightmare.
Next level - I'm a rebel with a cause,
And y'all can't say 2 words without no homo or a pause.
Heard your boss, and I'm somewhat appalled, so clappin' that you got nothin' to do with no applause.
Yo, memorise this slogan - whore-chosen laws were made to be broken.
Honestly, what the fuck are y'all smoking, hip hop must be dead with the shit that y'all promoting.
V-Nasty sayin Nigga ain't the first for a rapper, but it's ill her ignorance make her think that she blacker.
Coming out like 'race don't matter', but it's White Girl Mob, like the Ku Klux Chapter.
Bitch, I ain't drinkin' the Kool-Aid, whoever co-sign is just a new-age slave.
Lookin' in the mirror like 'look what the coon made', give a fuck about you or your YouTube played.
I'm a lover not a fighter but if you want me to kill you - shit, I could fulfill your wish then dance on your grave like Thriller, so pick one finger - the middle or the trigger.

I'm much more than married to the weapon I carry
Born to be like soulmates
Brought together by fortune and fate, and ain't no way that you can make us separate.
It goes praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition. Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord.
Music is my weapon.

Heh, what-up - listen
My albums are more auto-biography than Malcolm - AK by the window sill.
Rock for the memory of young Emmit Till, riding shotgun with a shotty like the name Bobby Seale.
Fuck a record deal and how executives feel, this last supper get ya meal, revelation seventh seal.
Put work in the field like David Walker's appeal so the track hits you like Brandy was whipping wheel's of steel.
That's a cheap shot I guess, but the games gone soft, I am the least not impressed.
Leeches in the game tryna feast on the flesh, tough talk but you're run the police under stress.
Ain't no swine for mine, you dig, my style halal, never fuck with the pigs.
It is what it is, get in the way of my plans, we toss em off stage like one of Akon's fans.
Damn.