[Intro: Louis Farrakhan sample]

A traitor is not your brother

He hadn't learned that yet

And unfortunately, brothers and sisters

Some of these kinds of people, we will have to execute

There are people among us that we will absolutely chop their heads completely from their bodies, for their betrayal of Black people

[Verse 1: AZ]

This is real vomit, a monumental nigga, iconic

East Coast fly shit, pay homage

As promised I display all the finest few reminders

I'm feared, don't confuse my kindness, speak Ebonics

Used to get bricks on consignment before rap was all that

Black power refinement, this economics

Acknowledge through the eyes of my peers, exotic wears

Watch glare like a mouth of veneers, my vibe's rare

Dapper since the day of my birth

My first verse was like water for a nigga that thirst, we got it worse

Trapped on these streets in the same zone

Niggas getting bodied 'cause the beefing just came home

Shots at policemen every week and it change tones

Chicks on they shit, it's the mix, I remain strong

The drama, honor what defines my persona

I'm from a genre, of drug money getters and ganja

[Interlude: Louis Farrakhan sample]

When we come to that position in time, that we have to execute you, and we will carry out the sentence of death on you just like drinking water, and hang your head on a pole in the black community

[Verse 2: Raekwon]

What up, gangsta? Keep it popular, it's like opera

Chilling in the one lanes, gazelle with my lockman on

Drug money bishop, used to cuddle blow in the swishes

Auto man, cocked out of suspicion

Always in the best of the best features

All I need is cameras

Surrounding us quick, go up the nina's

Murdered up flashing, 213, me and my team

Alexander McQueen, "Chef, you turned on me"

Blowing more cream, wiping the enzo off in Queens

My ghost is botanical, check the genes

All the pea coats, peacock Kangols, yo, the wave game Nemo

Foul styling young Al Pacinos

Huh, the money get bigger, nigga, don't make a nigga pull out

Sign you all, box you up, little nigga

Meet me at the veteran's lounge

I got lamb on this, wild, I'm meeting my luck, my paper growling

[Interlude: Louis Farrakhan sample]

You won't sell us out, you'll be buying, your funeral

The future of our people is not, to be compromised

It would be better that you were dropped in the bottom of the sea with a millstone around your neck than to betray the legitimate aspirations of our people

[Verse 3: Prodigy]

Yeah, high-profile life, my verse is a gift from the Most High

You should thank God for my rhymes

I don't condone bullshit bars

The fuck is you talking about? You just wanna be around stars

Knock a nigga out, make a nigga see stars

I knock off your head, you still wanna act hard

My gun smoke like ganja

Get you higher than life, yee, that bull give you wings

Bet ey'thang on P, he's the showboat

Blast away a thing, in the way of the lords (The lords)

Lord to your death, don't cross me

I'll let you live if you don't press charges on me

And know rats must die

Keep them far away from punk shit, we can't buy

Don't ever attach me with them

I own my catalog, nigga, you getting pimped

[Outro: Louis Farrakhan sample]

See these position hungry ports

All you need is a promise that you gon' be a big nigga

And you'll sell out your people, on a promise that the enemy will never fulfill

Keep on your feet

This is a day of separation

Go ahead