The battle
Its on me now
All across the globe
They Don't wanna let go
All the land they stole
Time to Texas Hold
Check call or fold
No playboy in no mansion
Just dropping
A mother load
On the centerfold
Like a AI crossover
23 and center fold
Tired of living under
Colonial rules that's old
TV programming
Mind mental mold
Surrounded by fbi moles
Looking for the fountain of youth in infants blood
Trying to siphon souls
They worshipped us as Gods
Enslaved us as negroes
Ask Isis
you can read the papers
They white washed our history
Knowing we were the savior
Gave us books with
Distorted truth
Broke down the family structure to destroy the youth
So now I'm going from Scarlett Letters to Burning
Booths
We are done
with Willie's lynching
Here's your noose
Its time for a soul train
You ll be lucky to be the caboose
Treated us like
apartheid and Jim Crow
Was a form of truce
If you go to war with us
We taxing everyone and everything like O.J. juice
Total annihilation is how the universe will remember
You
Cut close like case
Bad boy like make
America
Don't chop your nose
Despite your face
It would be better if you
Bow out with grace
Maybe it's your turn to see
How bitter poverty taste
How about you have
Your religion lie laised
Your native tongue ripped from you
Your ancestors gone without a trace
How about we moved I to your neighborhood
And remove you from
Your place
Turn your babies into
Gator bait
Have you standing in food lines around the block and make you wait
Like 2pac beat down the door
Like DMX snatch the plate
See we are the beginning of Time
Way before Alexander was great
You need to apologize
Say I'm sorry at least
Say you made a mistake
Before you talkabout
makin America great
Tired of seeing your face
America's a talk show like
Jenny Jones or Ricky Lake
Where's the mongoose I see the snake
Ricky's late
Instead of war
We need to be talkin peace
State to state
No more knees
On no more necks
Anything less than humble
Respect
Could mean a fatal mistake
Tilla Sonrise peace
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