It's James back for another week
People gather round just to hear a brother speak
Niggas be like preach.. but I'm not a preacher tho
You be on that turn up i be on that other shit
From a different world let me take you to the mothership
Diplomatic systematic like the government
Enough of this I'ma take the game and fucking smother it
Extermination determination to rule a nation
Look who I'm facing in the mirror see clearer
Pushing pyramids with [hiroglyphs]
This lyracist you hearing is never monotone
In my zone when I'm alone
My gram used to call me from the obama phone
Now i get paid every time my phone ring
Like the dow jones
I hear a dial tone, money calling my name
Not for the fame tho that may be a side effect
My regrets it my neglect mad i ain't have it yet
Mad respect to the hustlers grinding not to have a check but their freedom
Tell em fuck their jobs i never do need em
To my surprise i realize these real lies
These real eyes sees where the fear lies
In the compromise of the agreement
Dreaming be our mental condition we settle with old traditions without any suspicion
This musician's on a mission written in compositions killing the competition and moving bodies like morticians
For recognition of repetition
To re position all the preconditioned notions-floating
Why you supposed to listen no prohibition
But I'm putting an end to wack rap, like that's-that
Never back track my back cracked
From holding up my city at last we on the at-las
Finally detectable
My word is impeccable, so incredible unforgettable
How my dreams beam into skeptical beings
People gather round just to hear a brother speak
Niggas be like preach.. but I'm not a preacher tho
You be on that turn up i be on that other shit
From a different world let me take you to the mothership
Diplomatic systematic like the government
Enough of this I'ma take the game and fucking smother it
Extermination determination to rule a nation
Look who I'm facing in the mirror see clearer
Pushing pyramids with [hiroglyphs]
This lyracist you hearing is never monotone
In my zone when I'm alone
My gram used to call me from the obama phone
Now i get paid every time my phone ring
Like the dow jones
I hear a dial tone, money calling my name
Not for the fame tho that may be a side effect
My regrets it my neglect mad i ain't have it yet
Mad respect to the hustlers grinding not to have a check but their freedom
Tell em fuck their jobs i never do need em
To my surprise i realize these real lies
These real eyes sees where the fear lies
In the compromise of the agreement
Dreaming be our mental condition we settle with old traditions without any suspicion
This musician's on a mission written in compositions killing the competition and moving bodies like morticians
For recognition of repetition
To re position all the preconditioned notions-floating
Why you supposed to listen no prohibition
But I'm putting an end to wack rap, like that's-that
Never back track my back cracked
From holding up my city at last we on the at-las
Finally detectable
My word is impeccable, so incredible unforgettable
How my dreams beam into skeptical beings
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