I must say that I'm very honored and greatful to all might God
To all those of you who are in this audience
Who've heard in the newspappers about this controversial fellow
When I read your newspapers, in truth, I wondered who you were talking about
Because I look at this fellow everyday in the mirror
And I dont see what you see
Ain't no love but the one in the mirror I had to learn that shit the hard way
Every penny I earned, paid for itself in heartbreak
Members of my team descended to fiends, Delontay
Some got murdered over ink, like Ja Rule and Ashanti
That jealousy is corrosive, it burns the one that beholds it
Allah spoke to many prophets but only one of 'em is Moses
On top of Mount Sinai receiving signal through Wi-Fi
Let the trumpets blow for God's son like Olu Dara
Nas flow I learnt life's was a bitch when I was 'bout five
Writin' suicide notes as a mixed kid on the Southside
Switch lens to the present moment, I'm passing' the 27th omen
Life is short with a sense of humor, think Gary Coleman
Almost sacrificed to gettin' high, my depressive lowest
Fighting temptations like a "ain't nobody came to see you Otis!"
I found vision through all the shade, like Stevie's focals
I lost friendships to parting ways
Like a aminal shealter, they cought a stray
Me and my dogs learned to be ferocious
All yall niggas know is to hate, guess they xenophobic
Sometimes a evil man could be a decent soilder
Let my tears fall on the page for the weeping poets
If you will repudiate me, then repudiate me as a lier
But if I speak the truth tonight shut your mouth
Shut your mouth!
I will steak my life on what I say, will you stake your life on what you say?
Weeping poets, sour and greif behind us
Satanic beasts is before us
A table of feast they throw us
For mastry street heroics
Even as the chalk dries still waters we walk by
So when we hear "takbir" all we say is "allahu akbar"
Like a stranger at Palestine, hurling Molotovs at a cop car
Strickly by faith we got far
Jay-elect, Phantom of the chakras
Ruler of Zamunda, the great king Jaffe Joffer
Spittin' Old Testament, New Testament and apocrypha
Victory's in our clutches like Mensa
deep in our center
Bismillah boys in the building, giving light out to the children
Like a lighthouse to the pilgrims
Like the sun to the whole six sixtillion
I pledge my life to the Christ syllables like Maximus did Aurelius