Like the 'pollo, I, the holy spirit of Chicago
Married to the game, I should have took the bitch to Cabo
I know, I know like Bill Withers, feel niggas
They say, "Stay safe" but they still hit us
Fill the rivers, it's like the ghost of Emmett Till with us
We got black cards, now they gotta deal with us
Rihanna got a bil', they gotta deal with the sisters
In pursuit of happiness, I ask God to Will Smith us
Blessed are the meek, we inherit Earth and then we speak
Into existence, I'm rooted in black thoughts like Tariq
I was a drifter, now I'm a shifter of paradigms
An upliftеr of tethered minds
Forеver signed to the artform, no, things didn't start warm
Wrinkles in time 'til I met my Tony Starks form
And straightened it out, Iron Man
While some was workin' the pots and frying pans
Some of my guys moved keys like Robert Glasper
They gave me room so I could be a master
My book of life, I write it like a Christ chapter
When Hip Hop was dead I met it in the life after
Vision in the hereafter, listenin' to Donny Hatha
Tryin' to find a way to get my people out the trap or the prisons
Talkin' with my daughter, I learned to listen
She's studyin' law, I told her, "make firm decisions,"
This is a prism of Hip Hop realism
From the block we arisen, still we walk like Egyptians
This the not-need edition, Planet Rock reinvention
The lock key ignition to them Ali dimensions
Grew up around Stones and they rocked me the wisdom
They yell, "All is well," and it got me to wishin'
2Pac, the ambition, I'm keepin' my head up, I am a rider
From the black pool of genius and I'm a diver
Striver of perfection, inside of my inflections
The blessings of the destined restin' with no questions
These are the strides of a knocker
Took time to myself like Naomi Osaka
Took time off to never rhyme soft, my mind's off
The grid that I climbed off, I'm live 'til I sign off
My man Murray said, "never take your shine off,"
Sometimes I go offline to get these lines off
My crown chakra's like a Chi-town opera
Violence, violence, they broke in my crib and seen Oscars
Emmys, Grammys
Damn he near a EGOT and he still Hip Hop
I'm to rap what Bird is to Bebop, what AI is to Reebok
What Jada is to D-Block, the game need a detox
Go get your turmeric, your Dr. Sebi Sea Moss
Burning sands that we crossed for the tribes that we lost
In a war with stars, I make niggas into ewoks
I'm a rap god but still human like the beatbox
Like (beatbox sounds) a one, two
Rest in peace to Biz Markie, honor those that spark me
I spit verses like girls get purses
Some rappers get by and some get purchased
My shape's earthless, I came to earth's surface
To reverse curses and birth purpose, my verse nurtures
A woman's worth is first, it's a soul merchant
Like a sneakerhead, I just keep soul-searchin'
As far as freestyles, I go wild like no churches
My occupation, greatness is my coworker
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