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Thank you. Thank you, all I appreciate it. Thank you, thank you (You know what I mean?) Spit venomous scriptures behind these podiums Nobody's cold as him, he sings the coldest hymns, let go your sins The devil has no limits, his business got all my soldiers slim Behold the Grim Reaper who sinks his teeth into souls of men Y'all niggas out of pocket like Malcolm X at the Audubon (Get your hand out of my pocket) They take a pound of flesh when the slaughter's on Meetings at the mosque, be prepared to die when the war is on Trust me, you are blessed if you hear the cry when your daughter's born Shotguns and shell casings, blood soaks in the wood of the floor Would you do more if you finally knew that your hell's waitin'? Or in front of Heaven's gates with a juicy steak, tail-gatin'? Your sanity is fantasy I'm in tune with the anarchy The chaos got 'em panicky I'm best friends with calamity The prison's in your mind and they locked you in with no amnesty Why look to a celebrity to lift you up with integrity? Puppets without sincerity You could never fathom the levity There's no way you can measure me My energy Letras de cancionesBlood of kings, my ancestry I give you these jewels and pray that you treasure me Verses by Frankie Beverly These melodies Got me thinkin' my people happy with crumbs, but it's worthless to thank your enemies They use pawns to pander, puppet masters who lust disaster Movie star tell you vote for him. Tell me: why would you trust an actor? Rap stars and ball players, pop singers and famous folks Sellin' you pain and hope They ain't drop the noose, they just changed the rope Different time, same approach Don't look down at me for sellin' cocaine and dope The blood's on the wall, just look for the stains to soak I've given y'all enough of me (Get your hand out of my pocket) My brother, please, brother, please, no, no From Letras Mania