[Intro: Isa Muhamad ]
Hey n***a, I ain't about to keep rappin' for free
They k**in' n***as in the street, supposedly
n***as in dashikis and shooting n***as off rooftops and sh** n***a
This sh** going crazy n***a, I need my f**ing M's n***a, real talk
Isa Muhammad
[Verse 1: Isa Muhammad ]
Slave blood Apartheid
Malcom X and King died
Jesse Jackson's Mustache
Al Sharpton's Perm Sweat
Police coming keep sweat
I suspect you keep Tecs
Wu-Tang Protect your neck
Mike Xavier Johnson sh**
Drones k**ed the children still
I ain't even got a deal
I was in the mansion once occupied by Holyfield
Cotton picked out in the field
Strange fruit is growing still
All my n***as know its sk**
Like HIV and Cloverfield
Like bullets through my brothers skin
They better hope that Trump dont win
Or ashes will be in the wind
Like Rodney King was beat again
Im Huey P, Im Eldridge Cleaver
Turn the skeptics to believer
Turn a bad b**h to a diva
Quarter Three im Trevor Ariza
Throw a Flag im refereeing
Rappers yall just out of season
Rapping for no f**ing reason
Bars gon give me charge of Treason
Im a f**ing Mausoleum
My Futures way too bright for seeing
All i know is Carpe Diem
f** n***as I don't see em
LSD and Shrooms in case
So i can take the pain away
And put it all up in the page
And make it seem a n***as [?]
My soul is trapped up in the maze
My mind is somwhere out of space
I don't recognize my face
All my thoughts without a trace
I got Sean Carter's Taste
I got William roger's Swagger
I ain't see no Pentagrams
Ain't no blood covered daggers
They gon' keep on k**in' n***as
Black Lives Doesn't Matter
[Outro: Isa Muhammad ]
Hey, This is for Motherf**in all yall n***as out there
Scared and sh** of the motherf**ing Police
What the f** you scared of n***a?
You the motherf**ing Black Man n***a
You the f**ing original Man n***a
The f** you Scared of n***a
Stand up Black Man, Quit being a b**h, n***a
f**in take care of your families and sh** n***a
Protect your motherf**ing communities n***a
Get your bread up n***a
Quit being a bummy a** n***a blood
Get your bread up my n***a
This sh** real in the field my n***a
This ain't no motherf**ing game n***a
This the end of time n***a
They want us Dead n***a
They want us out of the picture
Dead, In Jail before 25 n***a
You already know what it is n***a
f**ing Isa Muhammad n***a
f**ing Maybach Music n***a
Can't f** with us n***a
Can't stop this sh** n***a
We gon be way too rich to k** n***a