[ Featuring Mr. Porter ]
I said I ain't gangsta even though I grew up in the hood
I just wanna feed my people, so misunderstood
Strugglin' (strugglin'), hustlin' (hustlin'), tryin' to make it right
I just wanna spread the light to help us free our minds
Well oh yeah, you are now in tune to www.f*ckthemmotherf*ckersradio
Where you will only hear racial shit
E plural pursued 'em, all seein' eye, ocular exam
The Apocalypse, back by popular demand
Innocuous but still leave a stage with blood in my hand for the populous
Put a fist in the sky
"Licensed to kill" italicized into my ID or "Rocky Illuminati"
Haile Selassie Karate, John "The Beast" Mugabi
King Jaffe in the lobby with the fur made of a lion
The eye of hoarse mouths, I am vibrant
Prominent constellations of Orion (whoa!)
The reason why my stars are in alignment (uh)
The renegade, Allahu Akbar, rock star
Tossin' homemade grenades, CD's at NYPD cop cars
Just to get the revolution to pop off
Fraudulent stock, funded with Louis Vuitton knock-offs
Hijackin' helicopters, detonate your metropolis
While I'm in the cockpit, politicin' like Stephanopoulos
And my esophagus is quite atomic when I vomit
It's bioengineered urbanonomics
The formula truth divided by innovative ebonics
Times smooth lime, crushed ice and a splash of tonic
Nigga my past lies are astronomic
Smokin' hash in a cathedral with Nostradamus
At mass, discussin' Martin Luther's "Free at Last" speech
Step on my British Walkers get your ass beat
