Visions of Mar-a-Luz as Seren-a-V Malcolm X put the hex on my future, someone catch me I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song The Serengeti's clone Back to put you back, staffers, back on your spinal bone You slid so dis when I slid you my diss You wanted to diss but jumped on my dick Drone Man, never should my dick tongue unless you ain't twisty That smell like it's a cell plum I got my finger on the fucking fucking pistol Hey, man, they're the pigs, John is where it's gonna miss you My issue is the telepathy, you ain't gotta tell the wise how to stand weak Because I'm like Sinish or mental, this is physical and mental I won't sugarcoat it, you'll die from diabetes if these other ****** wrote it And everything on TV just a figment of imagination I don't want a plastic nation dread that, like an ancient white you motherfuckers waiting I'll be off the slave ship, building pyramids right in my own hourglass Just call it shit, high power ***** nothing less than high power Five star dishes, fools for dark bitches I mean, this shit is If you mean you can go and sue, cause you can't resist this High power Throw your hands up for high power So you're the sort of gangster, you know, because this is a gangster story But a gangster with a difference because this is a gangster with a conscience This is a Martin Luther staring at me If I see it, I ain't seen it, that would make my parents happy Sorry, mama, I can't turn the other cheek, they wanna knock me off the edge Like a fuckin' widow, peek on And she always told me, pray for the weak, on Them demons caught me, I ain't prayed in some weeks, on Dear Lord, come save me, the devil's working on He probably clockin' double shifts, so none of his jobs Frightening, so fuckin' frightening, enough to drive a man insane I need a license to kill, I'm standing on a field full of landmines I'm on a moonwalk hoping I blow up in time Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend I'm trying to be a fucking legend, a man, a man