If Assata Shakur broke out of prison,
Why would I respect a n—-a doing a b-tch sentence for no snitching?
You got ya n——s out here dying deaths bloodier than Christ’s, yet not even worth half the sacrifice
If Malcolm killed for freedom, why would I respect you n——s out here killing for bragging rights?
You females are emcee, yeah, but you half the light
All you do is rap about your p—-y, so your walls and your rhymes are half as tight
You the baddest b—-h, yeah, all the bark but half the bite
Never needed Martin to tell me that a million men weren’t made to march to Maybach Music
There is no secondary to revolutionary so I’ll put Calvary in my vocabulary
And if I’m my father’s child then f—k it, my resurrection is hereditary
All you n——s talk about is p—-y, clothes and gunplay
But God so loved the world that He sent me to spit you a Easter Sunday
Your reign is over n——s, it’s His Son’s day
Don’t make it rain if you can’t make sh-t grow
Don’t say you love your hood but can’t spit a 16 about hope
Don’t say you believe in God if you’re the same n——s that gained the whole world for the price of your soul
Don’t say that numbers don’t lie if they made you believe that you could put a price on your soul
And all you’ve got to show for yourself is a body full of tattoos and nice clothes
- King Jasmine Mans
*Text credited to Lion of Bedstuy
She can do no wrong!!