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I curate so meticulous
My artistry is ridiculous
No mint green
But we still fresh
No flaws yet in my skill set
They exaggerate the capacity
The audacity
You could never see me
But we still kin
I got steel skin
If they shoot you
I cover you
Foreskin
For my brother dem
I protect shit
And my cousins dem they got next shit
Cuz we black black
Like Tobe and Fat
Create
Cultivate and give back
Oh You got a story
Got stories too
Looking for daddy like Maury do
I'm not yo dad
But I'm sonning you
Star dust in ya bones
Got the sun in you
My people get out of their headlocks
They twistin ya thoughts
Like a dreadlock
Y'all really think we were put here
Just for minimum wage
And to vote for their presidents

Stop
There's God in my presence
And God in my heart
So there's God in my preferences
I do not employ no demons
So before you start
I'ma call up yo references
This and that about who's better best
I eat yo best for breakfast
Yes
I got the coat
No need to gloat
I just wrote this opus
To let you know
Baaa baaa baaa black sheep
Stand tall on these black feet
Oak trees from these black seeds
This is cornbread
And black-eyed peas
This is fish fry
And my fly steez
Don't drip grease on my fire
Please
I got 16
12 Times over
That shit you smokin got no odor
No matter the time
I'll clean ya clock
Freshen yo box
Like baking soda
I hope you ready for Ragnarok
Family around us
The guns cocked



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Poindexter Ii
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