[Verse 1:]
God is great!
Ghettos, America, U.S. to the Izzay,
Killers in the citywide sprizzay,
Where there's sunshine in the shizzade.
Judge won't pull him out the pin like a grenade,
For actin' out their fears like a charade,
Till they blackin' out their tears like it's lights out,
Bring ‘em out the black like a lighthouse,
And wave to ‘em before they wiped out,
Lifesaver, threw ‘em, hope they catch it.
But it's so Titanic to be iced out,
That's just scratchin' the surface like triple Axels.
Want to roll around that Bentley like Crystal Castles,
In addition to the chain,
That's just to take the attention from the pain,
Or is it the mission of the man?
Audubon Ballroom, Motel Lorraine.
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Now white people, you can't say “nigga”,
So I gotta take it back.
Now black people, we're not niggas
‘Cause God made us better than that.
[Verse 2:]
No break, all wake,
Little mayhem for your all-state, nay ham, all steak!
Get a good ball great like a golf grade,
Make the ball break,
Just one swing, no puttin',
That's how I try and does things, always
Especially when your past is
Martin, Baldwin, Audubon Ballroom.
Turn the glass ceiling to a glass floor,
Make a trampoline out of trapdoor,
On that gasoline when I was back poor,
Now they crafted out my dream underneath a tap floor.
Backpack battle-cat underground rap lore,
Anonymous but dominant, what's a Mac to a hacker?
In other words, lyrical Zuckerbergs,
Pimp you may move a mouse, but what's a rat to a cat store?
It's like a Gyg' to an App Store,
I rap Black history, you can only see my past if you fast forward.
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[Verse 3:]
Black Panthers, black anthems, black blues,
With black answers for black stanzas, Langston Hughes.
Breakin' rules, ain't it cool?
Took it old, and made it new.
Black painters, musical black anger,
Black mothers, beautiful black anchors.
So let' hear it for ‘em! Let's hear it for ‘em!
Let's hear it for ‘em! Let's hear it for ‘em!
Black America, trap America!
Eightys' babies, crack America!
Rap America bad as Erykah.
From the era of family tearin' up,
But we just won big, can't be undid.
Form a whole culture in just one kid,
Miami dope boys, Oakland militants,
Harlem Renaissance it's our deliverance.
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