[Verse 1-Gandhi]
You want to battle wits?
See who's the better Pacifist.
I fought the caste system, but you still cannot touch this.
Slumdog sk**ionaire, first name messiah, raps so hot I spit yoga fire.
Everything you preach, I said it first.
You should jot down these words, plagiarize my whole verse.
Leave your thoughts on the door like the real Martin Luther.
I'm not thinking you shall over come this junior.
[Verse 2-M.L.K]
I'm the King of Civil Rights
From the city to suburbia.
No shoes, no shirt but I'm still gonna serve ya.
Make ya swallow your words so you can break the fast.
Then thank god almighty you can eat at last.
I admire the way you broke the British power.
But I have a dream that one day you'll take a shower.
Like the 'H' in your name you ought to remain silent.
Flatten your style like bread naan violence.
[Verse 3-Gandhi]
You would know about bread, Dr. Birmingham sandwich.
Boycott those grits sit in with some spinach.
With protest and women the same advice goes.
Always stay away from the ho's.
[Verse 4-M.L.K]
I got so much street creed they write my name on the signs.
I'd ring you for tech support, but I got a Noble prize.
n***a, we got more beef than one of your sacred cows, but I'm about to forgive you so hard right now.