Hasan Salaam - .1911 lyrics

[Refrain x2] It goes 1 for the trouble 2 for the time/ 3 for the hustle and 4 for the grind/ You know the struggle I go-go for mine/ I'm oh so inclined the G-O-Divine [Verse 1] I Rock & Roll for the Soul of my Ancestors And built my dynasty without the Masonic hand gestures Yeah, this is church right here Young Black don't give a f** Amerikkka's nightmare Next level I'm a rebel with a cause And you can say two words without no h*mo or a pause Heard your bars and I'm somewhat appalled So clapping at you got something to do with no applause Memorize this slogan: who*es, jaws and laws was made to be broken Honestly what the f** are y'all smoking? Hip-Hop must be dead with the sh** that y'all promoting V-Nasty saying n***a ain't the first for a rapper But it's ill how ignorance make her think that she Blacker Coming out like race don't matter But it's White Girl Mob like the Ku Klux chapter b**h, I ain't drinking the Kool Aid Whoever cosign her's just a new age slave Looking in the mirror like look what the coon made Give a f** about you or your YouTube plays I'm a lover not a fighter, but if you want me to k** ya sh**, I could fulfill your Wish than dance on your grave like Thriller So pick one finger the middle or the trigger [Hook] I'm much more than married to the weapon I carry Born to be like soul mates Brought together by fortune or fate And ain't no way that you could make us separate It goes praise the Lord and pa** the ammunition Praise the Lord and pa** the ammunition Praise the Lord and pa** the ammunition Praise the Lord, praise The Lord [Verse 2] My albums are more Autobiography of Malcolm AK by the window sill Rock for the memory of young Emmett Till Riding shotgun with a shotty like the name Bobby Seale f** a record deal or how executives feel This last supper getcha meal, Revelation 7th seal Put work in the field like David Walker's Appeal So the track hit you like Brandy was whipping wheels of steel That's a cheap shot, I guess But the game's gone soft, I am the least not impressed Leeches in the game trying to feast on the flesh Tough talk, but you run to police under stress Ain't no swine for mine, ya dig My style Halal, never f** with the pigs It is what it is, get in the way of my plans We toss em off stage like one of Akon's fans Damn