Jesus.
Back when I was buying CD's in 2003
I had a dream of making money
Like- $1000 a beat
But as a brotha got old
The clairvoyant told
That my destiny was relieving
A thousand MC's...

...Of they life
Just unless those brothas
Bowed to they knees
And they vow they would read
A book a week
Without doubting and think

Cause every body use they brain
But everybody don't think, though
Or implicate the consequence of visions
Through the peep hole

Deja vu's a blessing
The thirteenth Baktun coming soon
But I ain't stressin'
Cause I seen it before...
Eating Wheaties in 2003
Reading "The Prophet"-
Wondering how long it would be..
19, though a year before
The brotha had a feelin'

He told me "Bump that thousand mess
We gonna make a million
For our grandparents and children."
"My brotha what you mean?"
"To beat them in the game
You get the green."

The minister says it's cool
You ain't selling out -
You playin by they rules
You just acquire wealth
Buy a few cities
Then you move

Bump that military bull
Their guns are much stronger
We just waitin' for the wheels
To come up out the water
And we out
I'm like " futhermuck the radio."
"Futhermuck yo friends."
"Futhermuck the disk jockeys
That won't give me no spins."
"Futhermuck the internet."
"Futhermuck yo friend."
"Futhermuck the guys I record
That don't give me no ends."

N____ what the f___..
What the f___ you think this is?
This the music business
Not the music let-me-get-some-free-sh__-up-off-yo-ass-brotha
I'll pass, brotha
Less you catch me sinking straight 3's from the top of the key

Sometimes , the only person tweaking at the party is me
Really, trynna be like Jesus
Is as hard as you think
Because they only want the wine/sweet words
Then they turn their backs
And persecute and kill me and then
Call it a week