歌词
作词 : Larrance Dopson/Chris Payton/Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah/Shawn Carter/Louis Farrakhan/James Tapp/Craig Lawson/John Williams
作曲 : Larrance Dopson/Chris Payton/Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah/Shawn Carter/Louis Farrakhan/James Tapp/Craig Lawson/John Williams
So, are you scared to death, negro?
Just sit down, don't you come out to defend our enemy.
You sit down and you shut up and tell your master to come on out and deal with this
Verse 1 JAY-Z
Next time they bring up the Gods, you gon' respect us
That lil' vest ain't gonna do you, a truth from Makkah
I ain't even tryna hold you Magnolia Slim
I'm a soldier from that mode, I'm the ghost of him
From the era of police stretcher, no cameras catch him
Drop you off in a rival hood, you rather be arrested
If you didn't have no straps you couldn't wear your necklace
Niggas hand around your throat, that's a choker reference
My ancestors took old food made soul food
Jim Crowe's a trope too, he stole his own music
That's the blood that goes through me, so you assumin'
I could never sell my soul, they sold they soul to me
Peaceful teachings of Rumi, but don't confuse me
You mouth off for the cameras I'll make a silent movie
Now here's some jury
No civilization has conquered from the outside until they destroy themselves from within
Pen, put a pin in that, will come back when I fled
You can't talk like I talk 'cause you ain't been where I been, young
Verse 2 Jay Electronica
If it come from me and Hov, consider it Q'uran
If it come from any of those, consider it Harām
The minaret that Jigga built beyond the dome of the Roc
Was crafted, so beautifully, consider this Saddam
From a hard place and a rock to the Roc Nation of Islam
I emerged on the wave that Tidal made to drop bombs
I came to bang with the scholars
And I bet you a Rothschild I get a bang for my dollar
The synagogue of Satan want me to hang by my collar
But all praise due to Allah Subhanahu wa ta'ala
I put on for my nation like I'm King T'Challa
Crushing the oyinbo that try to bring wahala
You want it, I got it
Don't make me have to blast this rocket, uh
Jay Electricity
The thing you need like a hole in his head is publicity
Go shine like a Christmas tree
Verily, verily, I tread through like merrily
Giving all thanks to God for this universal therapy
Think of things I said that you hated then
Empirical facts that can't be debated now
Things you say today, I was sayin' then
Tell us who your favorite now