[Intro]
Uh-huh, yeah
Let me talk, yeah

[Verse]
What's good a cliff if you grab the edge?
The lesson's in the fall, you don't know what's war 'cause you haven't bled
This lil' rapper asked for advice, here's what I gladly said
For every Rick Ross there's a Gary Webb out in Cali dead
Remingtons, sawed-off barrels measured at half a leg
This ain't for small beefin', it's leavin' your baby calf in shreds
Wicked priest, born from a slave, breakin' his fast with bread
Holy water, snuck up in the Met Gala to splash celebs
Yeah, now just throw your hands in the gray skies
Meetings in the yard, they remember Ransom at Bayside
Artificial rappers, fictitious anthems and they rise
So why practice when Whitey knows the Answer is A.I
Ay, I knew this dude that earned him a straight ride
Through college and due to that fact he seem like a great guy
He say I remind him of 'Pac but an atheist, this ain't no fake pride
Never ask the Notorious where his Faith lies
Yeah, a distorted life with some clear wishes I'm still a crook
And you Dylan Brooks when you see that bear's vicious
Here this is me on trial and them scared snitches
Get stripped to they drawers and socks, so every n***a could bear witness
You know you look foolish when you screw your face in them weird pictures
And at the top of this year I wrote a prepared hit list
No fans should dare miss this, here listeners
Y'all say life is a bitch, but I say treat that bitch like a mere mistress
My will is stronger 'cause I am legend
And your gift is no longer special when I am present
A ruler but the vibe is pleasant
Stay humble 'cause only the blood of a king
Could quench the vicious thirst of a dying peasant
I prophesize this entire blessing
You should watch the eyes 'cause it coincides with a liar's preference
My aggression used to be violent tussles and fired weapons
Now I'm W.D. Fard with God to apply these lessons
Yeah, all the government do is stunt your life
Won't gamble with my soul,I was five years old when I spun the dice
The son of Christ reincarnated, slated to blunt your hype
I'm Malcolm at this stage I engage with shots when in front of mic
Nothin' nice, remember I'm known for sellin' a ton of white
What's hard-headed? I never negotiate when it come to price
Who wanna slice? I barely repeat myself and say somethin' twice
And if so, you should expect a finger from me like Uncle Ice
Yeah, I seen it all and I'm still intact
You raised a villain, so you can't have feelings on how that villain acts
I stand strong amongst all the allegations and ill attacks
I deal with facts, the layers of lies applied I'ma peel 'em back
Yeah, all them tales you tell in them verses
Now ask yourself, was it worth it?
A clown inside a palace could never become a king
But the kingdom and the palace could now be turned to a circus