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Yeah
That shit hard
I said
My cranium is vibranium
My brain is uranium and titanium
.45S, who aimin' 'em? Organize the stadium, tell 'em
Take cover, I warned you not to play with 'em
Them borderline war crimes, you got away with 'em
Who came to save the day and brought the K with him?
Tariq the people's champ from the equal team
Tryna keep it clean, long as all my people solid deen
I been in the music scene long as Allen Leeds
Makin' salaries, still accumulatin' calories
Demonstratin' how to breathe, Senegalese, Genovese
I been a reason to freeze, reek Gs in a league
On my own gettin' cheese, I will hurt Hercules
I will murk most MCs, I'm the last one to show up
The first one to leave the crime scene, the obscene
Salaam theme, the ridiculous rhyme scheme
The stick-to-the-grind gene, to hell with the hygiene
It's a dirty bomb, word to 7/30 time
Disaster level 9/11 meets 11/9
Catastrophe beyond incredible, I redefine
The seventh sign, faster, scarier, mass hysteria
From Damascus, Syria to Middle America
School cafeterias and cul-de-sacs
I told you that the boss is back
Know what I'm sayin'?
In these streets that I call home
Unless you're blind, you'll see it all
In these streets, it's cold at night
Sirens screamin' by, gunshots all the time
Yo, omertร code meets the Hippocratic Oath
Observin' this whole circus from a diplomatic post
My word in this whole purpose, a cinematic scope
The Earth and its whole surface, I consider that as toast
Save us, Sammy Davis, Belafonte, Quincy Jones
Mahatma Gandhi, James Baldwin, Jesse Owens
Runnin' from a cop car, me and Akbar
I changed from a rock boy to a rockstar
Hijack the elevator to the top floor
I'm takin' everything that's left like a southpaw
Crash and burn or learn through osmosis
And watch the word spread like tuberculosis
I took a snapshot, but it hurt to post it
I had a black thought and they called it wokeness
Overdoses, water bugs and roaches
.40 Cals in holsters, all halal and kosher
Twenty thousand jokers, one ain't playin'
I'm Claude Brown, man-child in a promised land
In these streets that I call home
Unless you're blind, you'll see it all
In these streets, it's cold at night
Sirens screamin' by, gunshots all the time