feat. Kendall Elijah

It’s the return of the black kings
But they could never fuck us 
Ladies and gentlemen, the revolution will not be televised
Listen 
Every person that you meet, my nigga, not your friend
And every time that you fly, probably not in no tin
The truth is all up in the ghettoes, 
The neighborhood cop all on strings like Gepetto
Don’t believe me, ask the Z man
Our word is plagued by evil, Armageddon as I wake up
All I see is lies, all I see is pain due to demons from inside
Please homie, contain your ego
‘Cause truth is just another word for suicide 
I walk in the valley of the shadows for the title with the pharaoh
Fuck the peril, unite the nations, end the segregation
Plus you’re blessed if I like you, killing rappers like I’m Michael
Spinning 16, merk you with a haiku, truth
Moving silence like the sons of Solomon 
Forget the politics and all you’re following
I’m coming, eating dinner at the 12 tables 
The stolen lamb, traveling man, the black guard is back
No fable
But they could never 
They don’t cry
It’s the return of the black kings
I lost me in between modelos and cigarellos
Sweet as cattle, cook colonels 
Earn something honest
Only way you’re flying with this fire in your furnace
Speak the fuck up, phone tap reaffirms it
I’m pretty sure you can taste the bacon, had ‘em point the gun
Point and pick your back till the stations, are you happy?
Shit, this chemo make you nappy? Captain Nemo underground
And we aerial unless we drown, take the shows up off her tits
Load them to a candidate, and this sample douche
Use it for a dog under, at the right cannon, who is panther
As Newton’s laws, rip before you looking was the …
Name your star, dear to meet a brother
Victim frank if they can tank, this is dead, mind your manners
Thang go stars as tanners
It’s nothing to break up
Biscuit paying on your banners, didn’t mean to