X-Men
Do you serve the public yourself or you just self-servant
Working cause it's urgent? Or you really just a merchant
Slicing off the heads on all the serpents
Crawl on your stomach so you can live or stand up and die with purpose
Persevere without snatching purses
Before Ye started selling Yeezy's I was at the Sunday Service
During Sunday school perfecting verses
At the genesis I took my exodus and learned that it was worthless
I speak about, would you burn the furniture to heat the house
That's the type of shit I always preach about
We was fighting in the street, the price is right like Bob Barber
Argue undisputed Skip, Shannon and Rob Parker/
Death defy so you can sail the skies, cause
It's best to try than to fail to try
I see high and CeeLo you can call me Gnarls Barkley
Artist and an activist, Harry G Belafonte
Mind of a pharaoh, eyes on the payroll
Horns on my head but on my mental that's a halo
I was always taught to shoot high while you stay low
Mad cause your girl ain't got no features like she's J. Cole
Women got to stripping, pay tuition to get by in school
Nowadays they just stripping, they don't even try school
I ain't with the gossip and bossip can be in high school
What up to all the crips and the bloods and my piru's
I am Malcolm and I'm Martin without the pickets and marching
Got the A.K by the window, your balcony is my target
Get the mansion and the pool house cause fuck the shitty apartment
Investing in yourself and some land and fuck the garments
Mind like cerebral when used by Charles Xavier
Nickel plated, move it like Magneto I'm crazier
Metal in my hand, I'm the iceman with glaciers
Food for thought, Uber Eats this, could you believe this
Anything I touch I'm so fire they call me Gambit
I rise from the ashes like Phoenix cause I demand it
I draw with a pen or a gun and create a canvas
As quick as I create I erase and can make you vanish
Master cause I own my own masters and all my publishing
HOV, Diddy, 50 and Dre is who I'm encompassing
Morals, values, principles, honour cause I got love for them
The last hope of style and good lyrics so you fuck with him
Working cause it's urgent? Or you really just a merchant
Slicing off the heads on all the serpents
Crawl on your stomach so you can live or stand up and die with purpose
Persevere without snatching purses
Before Ye started selling Yeezy's I was at the Sunday Service
During Sunday school perfecting verses
At the genesis I took my exodus and learned that it was worthless
I speak about, would you burn the furniture to heat the house
That's the type of shit I always preach about
We was fighting in the street, the price is right like Bob Barber
Argue undisputed Skip, Shannon and Rob Parker/
Death defy so you can sail the skies, cause
It's best to try than to fail to try
I see high and CeeLo you can call me Gnarls Barkley
Artist and an activist, Harry G Belafonte
Mind of a pharaoh, eyes on the payroll
Horns on my head but on my mental that's a halo
I was always taught to shoot high while you stay low
Mad cause your girl ain't got no features like she's J. Cole
Women got to stripping, pay tuition to get by in school
Nowadays they just stripping, they don't even try school
I ain't with the gossip and bossip can be in high school
What up to all the crips and the bloods and my piru's
I am Malcolm and I'm Martin without the pickets and marching
Got the A.K by the window, your balcony is my target
Get the mansion and the pool house cause fuck the shitty apartment
Investing in yourself and some land and fuck the garments
Mind like cerebral when used by Charles Xavier
Nickel plated, move it like Magneto I'm crazier
Metal in my hand, I'm the iceman with glaciers
Food for thought, Uber Eats this, could you believe this
Anything I touch I'm so fire they call me Gambit
I rise from the ashes like Phoenix cause I demand it
I draw with a pen or a gun and create a canvas
As quick as I create I erase and can make you vanish
Master cause I own my own masters and all my publishing
HOV, Diddy, 50 and Dre is who I'm encompassing
Morals, values, principles, honour cause I got love for them
The last hope of style and good lyrics so you fuck with him
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Writer(s): Ryan Henry-blades
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