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the ghost of mandela hope my flow stay propellant let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message as i lead this army make room for mistakes and depression and with that being said let me ask this question when * hit the fan is you still a fan when * hit the fan
is you still a fan the ghost of mandela hope my flow stay propellant let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message as i lead this army make room for mistakes and depression and with that being said let me ask this question when * hit the fan is you still a fan when * hit the fan is you still a fan won't you look to your left and right make sure you ask your friends
when * hit the fan is you still a fan do you believe in me are you deceiving me could i let you down easily is your heart where it need to be is your smile on permanent is your foul on lifetime would you know where the sermon is if i died in this next line if i'm tried in the court of law if the industry cut me off if the government want me dead play in my car would you judge me a drug head or see me as kaylamar or question my character and degrade me on every block want you to love me like nelson want you to hug me like nelson i
read you for being a slave of your mind you're very welcome you tell me my song is more than a song and surely a blessing but a prophet ain't a prophet till he asks you this question when * hit the fan is you still a fan when * hit the fan is you still a fan won't you look to your left and right make sure you ask your friends when * hit the fan is you still a fan the ghost of mandela hope my flow stay propellant let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message as i lead this army make room for mistakes and depression and with that being said let me ask this question when * hit the fan is you still a fan do you believe in me are you deceiving me could i let you down easily is your care as i lead this army make room for mistakes and depression and with that being said let me ask this question when * hit the fan is you still a fan do you believe in me are you deceiving me come with me are you deceiving me don't accuse me or command me to smell and eat you and
do you believe in me how much you believe in her you think she gonna stick around if them 25 years
occur you think he gonna hold you down when you down behind bars hurt you think y'all on common
ground if you promise to be the first can you be immortalized without your life being expired
even though y'all share the same blood is it worth the time like who got your best interest
like how much are you dependent how clutch are the people that say they love you and who pretended
how tough is your skin when they turn you in do you show forgiveness what brush do you bend
when dusting your shoulders from being offended what kind of den did they put you in when the
lion start hissing what kind of bridge did they burn revenge on your mind when it's mentioned
you want to love like no sin you want to be like no sin you want to walk in his shoes but your
peacemaking seldom you want to be remembered and deliver the message that considered the blessing
of everyone this your lesson for everyone say what hit the fan is you still a fan what hit the
fan is you still a fan won't you look to your left and right make sure you ask your friends
hit the fan
still a fan the voice of medela hope this flow stay propellant let my word be your earth and
moon you consume every message as i leave this army make room for mistakes and depression
and if you riding with me i've been brought off before i gotta abandon me issues i hold
grudges like bad judges don't let me resist you that's not no sin like want you to love me like
no sin i went to robin's island analyzing that's where his cell is so i can find clarity like how
much you cherish me is this relationship a fake or real it's the heavens bc i got a question
it all family friends fans cats dogs trees plants grass how to win blow murphy's law generation x
will i ever be your ex flaws suffer baby step ma by the mouth a bit pause put me under stress
crawled under rocks ducking y'all it's respect but then tomorrow put my back against the wall
how many leaders you said you needed then left him for dead is it moses is it ue newton or detroit
red is it martin luther jfk shooter you assassin is it jackie is it jesse oh i know it's michael
jackson oh when * hit the fan
you still a fan when * hit the fan is you still a fan that gave us billy jean you say he
touched those kids when * hit the fan is you still a fan the ghost of mandela hope my flow
stay propellant let my word be your earth and move you consume every message as i leave this
army make room for mistakes and depression and if you ride with me let me ask this question
i remember you was conflicted misusing your influence sometimes i did the same
abusing my power full of resentment resentment that turned into a deep depression
i found myself screaming in the hotel room i didn't want to self-destruct
the evils of lucy was all around me
so i went running for answers until i came home but that didn't stop survivors guilt
going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes i earned
or maybe how a1 my foundation was but while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war back
in the city i was entering a new one a war that was based on apartheid and discrimination
made me want to go back to the city and tell the homies what i learned
the word was respect
just because you wore a different game color than mines
doesn't mean i can't respect you as a black man
forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets
if i respect you
we unify and stop the enemy from killing us
but i don't know
i'm no mortal man
maybe i'm just another
that's all i wrote
i was gonna call it another but
it ain't really a poem i just felt like
it's something you probably could relate to
other than that now that i finally got a chance to holler at you
i always wanted to ask you
about a certain situation about a metaphor actually
uh... you spoke on the ground
what you mean by that what the ground represent?
the ground is going to open up and swallow the evil
that's how i see it my world is born
i see and the ground is the symbol for the poor people
the poor people is going to open up this whole world and swallow up the rich people
because the rich people are going to be so fat and they're gonna be so appetizing you know what i'm saying
wealthy
appetizing
the poor are going to be so poor and hungry you know what i'm saying it's going to be like you know what i'm saying it might be some cannibalism out this month
they might eat the rich
alright so let me ask you this then
do you see yourself as
somebody that's rich or somebody that made the best of their
own opportunities
i see myself is a natural born hustler
a true hustler in every sense of the word
i took nothing i took the opportunities i worked at the most menial
and degrading job and build myself up so until i get it to the place where i owned it
i went from having somebody manage me to me hiring a person that works for management
company i changed everything i realized i was thicker thanен
my destiny in a matter of five
years, you know what I'm saying, to make myself a millionaire.
I made millions for a lot
of people. Now it's time to make millions for myself.
You know what I'm saying? I made millions for the record
companies. I made millions for these movie companies.
Now I make millions for us.
And through your
different avenues of success,
how would you say you managed
to keep a level of sanity?
By my faith in God,
by my faith in the game, and by my
faith in all good
things come to those that stay true.
Right. You know what I'm saying?
And it was happening to me for a reason.
You know what I'm saying? I was noticing.
I was punching the right
buttons, and it was happening.
It's no problem. I mean, it's a problem,
but I'm not finna let them know. I'm finna go
straight through.
Would you consider yourself
a fighter at heart or somebody
that only
reacts when their back is
against the wall?
I like to think that
in every opportunity I've ever been
threatened,
with resistance, it's been met
with resistance. And not only me,
but it goes down my family tree.
You know what I'm saying? It's in my veins to fight back.
Alright, well, how long
you think it take before
it be like
we fighting the war? I'm fighting the war.
I can't win, and I want
to lay it all down. In this country,
a black man only have like five
years we can exhibit maximum strength.
And that's right now, while you're a teenager,
while you're still strong, while you still want to
lift weights, while you still want to
shoot back. Because once you turn 30, it's like
they take the heart and soul out of a man, out of a
black man in this country. And you don't want
to fight no more. And if you don't believe me, you
can look around. You don't see no loudmouthed 30-year-old
motherfuckers.
That's crazy, because me being one
of your offsprings of the legacy
you left behind, I can truly tell
you that it's nothing but turmoil
going on. So, I wanted to
ask you, what you think is the
future for me and my generation
today? I think
that niggas is tired of grabbing * out the store.
And next time it's a riot, it's going to be
like bloodshed.
For real. I don't think America know that.
I think America think we was just playing. It's going to be
some more playing, but it ain't going to be
no playing. It's going to be murder.
You know what I'm saying? It's going to be like Nat Turner
1831
up in this motherfucker. You know what I'm saying?
It's going to happen.
That's crazy, man.
In my opinion, I only
hope that we kind of
have left this music and
vibrations. A lot of people don't
understand how important it is.
Sometimes I can like
get behind a mic and I don't know
what type of energy I'm going to push out
or where it comes from.
Trip me out sometimes.
Because it's spirits.
We ain't even really rapping. We're just letting our
dead homies tell stories for us.
I wanted to read one last
thing to you.
It's actually something a good friend had wrote
describing my world.
It says
the caterpillar is a prisoner
to the streets that conceived it.
It's only job is to
eat or consume everything
around it in order to protect
itself from this mad city.
While consuming this environment,
the caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive.
One thing it notices
is how much the world shuns him
but praises the butterfly.
The butterfly represents the talent,
the thoughtfulness, and the beauty
within the caterpillar.
But having a harsh outlook on life,
the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak
and figures out a way
to pimp it to its own benefits.
Already surrounded by this
mad city, the caterpillar goes to work
on the cocoon, which institutionalizes
him.
He can no longer see past his own thoughts.
He's trapped.
While trapped inside these walls, certain
ideas take root, such as going home
and bringing back new concepts
to this mad city.
The result? Wings begin.
Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle
of feeling stagnant.
Finally free, the butterfly sheds light
on situations that the caterpillar never considered,
ending the internal struggle.
Although the butterfly and caterpillar
are completely different,
they are one and the same.
What's your perspective on that?
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