[Intro: Malcolm X]

"And if someone [were to] come to you right now and say 'Let's separate,'

You'd say the same thing the house negro said on the plantation..

What you mean, separate? From America? This good white man?

Where you gonna get a better job than you get here?

I mean this is what you say! I don't... I ain't left nothin' in Africa

That's what you say.. While you left your mind in Africa"

Verse 1:

Bitch I'm back

I'm back for the 10th time

Catalyzin revolution, the national enzyme

From the land, where becoming a fan is dickridin

You live with 2 picks, Be a slave, or split ties

I know it wasn't the plan to switch sides

Or to shuffle the momentum, the clan just shifts tides

It's implied, that we burn your insides

Lyrical spitfire

Nigga let the synth ride

Let go of goals and exposed my soul

Knock-knockin for opportunity, Beggin to get immunity

Seventeenage but soon to influence the whole community

Killin the coonery

Meanwhile, runnin ya necks for jewelry

Under duress, in tune

The elephant in the room

Full of peanut holdin faggots, that's plottin upon my doom

It's soundin like a counterstrike is quintessential

Track murder's never incidental

X

(Break)

"What is the difference between a black revolution

And a negro revolution?

...Bloodshed! You haven't got a revolution that doesn't involve bloodshed

And you are afraid to bleed

..I said, you're afraid to bleed!

Verse 2

Fuck the world if you can grab it

Life's a bitch... and Lil Wayne's a fuckin faggot

Pardon my French

It's just a habit, I been harborin tense

For labels nothing's adding up cause they ain't marketing sense

Fuck it..

Our count of dollars is shit

So when our ends come up, we do the math and hit the mall to repent

..Maybe they should offer us tents

Droppin racks to clear the racks, it should be all on the rent

I hit the homie, ordered 30 nugs of stank cus

Our home is in foreclosure and they say my mama bankrupt

Tryna get some bread, you niggas tryna getcha rank up

Pushin hella dank, just to fill the fuckin tank up

..

So whatchu know bout that my mans? Blank

The expression on they face, when I play my fuckin tape

Sealin my fate

Shouts to God and Satan

Kill em all, we ain't got time to escape..

X

The holographic apocalypse is on it's way.. Look up

As the sane minded

Use mic stands, pots and pans

To push raps, gats and other contrabands

The rest of the world hopelessly rests in fates arms

And as shit grows tense

Less and less will make sense...

Doom starts with an A

Freedom starts with an X