New Malcolm X (Remix) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(альбом: The Shadow In The Shade - 2022)

The purpose of our organization of Afro-American unity
Which has the same aim and objective to fight whoever gets in our way
And bring about the freedom of these people by any means necessary

Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned to a nightmare, Martin Luther the King
Without a queen, nah mean?

That's why you just shouldn't play fair
Ain't forget where I came from, I just knew I couldn't stay there
Yeah, the black activist, rap strategist
They back at it with the white privilege, even if you light-skin, you had half of it
They working on not calling us niggas, but even not saying it, that's practicing
What good is a back if they backstabbing it?
Bad habits when the KKK was for Christianity, that's blasphemous
I'm in Jerusalem, at Bethany, ask Lazarus
Look at the stats and the averages
Was raised in a trap with them savages
We battling, burning confederate flags with black catalysts on black battleships, yo
My OG try to lecture me, I'ma shout him out
A white man try to lecture me, I say, "Watch your mouth"
Never forgive 'em for what they did to my people
This for all my melanin fellow ones they ain't let inside the house

Yeah, new Malcolm X (Yeah), by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream (Had a dream)
'Til it turned to a nightmare (Uh), Martin Luther the King
Without a queen, nah mean?

By any means (By any means), yaddadimean? (Yaddadimean?)
In the coupe, my Miss Coretta Scott thing
And I swear I had a dream (Oh Lord), I had a dream (Oh Lord)
But it went out like Dr. King (Yeah)
I know that life is pie, I'm a tiger, I'm pissing on you clowns
Swim in the piscine drunk, pray to God I don't drown
I'm Mister One Dollar, ain't got a dollar in my pocket
Pick a coin out the gravel, long travel roads, I suppose
I expose myself through the music, talking execution
Moves I do, kick dumb flips, somersault
Mastermind, winter killed spring, then summer 'sault
Summer assault, mash words, mumble talk
I don't fumble, y'all, look at me rambling as usual
You don't know what sixteen gunshots will do to you
Two handguns, shotgun user
Like blucka, blucka, blucka, wasn't nothing I could do
I was focused on the movement, wan' kill me, then do it
Like, we can be the start and the spark of the revolution
Televised through some rebel eyes, hella uncivilized
Dangerous capable individuals and odds
Uh, man, just bring in the pallbearers
All y'all fall and stall from y'all errors
Love them people you call home, equip 'em with long feathers
And make sure that they stalk my steps wherever I walk in, yeah
I'm Malcolm X on the X pill
Dr. King on the jet going to Russia to go see Svetla
Hope they don't check us at the customs and the connectors or whatever
Hope they don't check us at the customs...

A lot of guys just overstate the obvious
Cliché niggas from colleges rambling 'bout they consciousness
If you ask me, that's exactly what the problem is
Politics and polly want a cracker nigga starting shit
I never beg for pardons, it's the part of lion's mafia
The horrifying rotten writing revolution army, bruh
It's a struggle with a C or a K
Social worker on the way, you children better behave
And all the Christians wanna know if I'm five percenting
And five percenters wanna know if I'm rocking with 'em
And the Hindus want to know which past life is the beginning
And I'm just shrugging my shoulders like, "My nigga, what's the difference?"
Still mass murder, I'm Nat Turner on Nat Geo
Who's lyin'? Kill a lion, wear his body like a Snuggie
Hot fresh hemoglobin warm the skin of a druggie
And all these fucking flakes around me all pretending they love me
Still any means necessary
Even if it means getting buried
Even if it means getting carried by your closest friends, rocking gloves at the cemetery
It's gon' get ugly, uh

Yeah, yeah
New Malcolm X (New Malcolm X), by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream (Had a dream)
'Til it turned to a nightmare (Yeah), Martin Luther the King
Without a queen, nah mean? (Yeah)

Inspiration lying naked somewhere on vacation
Your whole crew zombies, no denominations
It's strictly observation, so why bait you?
Inflate you with my nature, put seeds and exchange like the makers
Won't have to primate you, heightened states, emergencies
Against the wall, head in your knees, somehow it reached us
I know I was walking eager, something awful lies between us
Probably a siren screamer, sky was falling through my fingers
But you see all of these bombs playing hopscotch so close next to you and me
It kind of got me thinking, "What is life but chugging ether?"
And loving people and I know that's hard for you to see
When I say you, I'm scared, I'm really just talking to me
I'd rather change the subject, holidays and love sweats
And great sex caused the cardiac arrest
And to make it this far, we done hobbled and stepped
I done lost a few queens for these here rap checks
You follow impressed, I'm in the jungles with hacksaws
Pushing the caravan inland for actuals
Holding my nuts on the cavernous as a lantern
Scrambling for the light inside your eyes with the fist of mud
Spent my little yearly earnings on a trip to the Nile
And see me in Rio searching for the real plug
Pray the extension cord extend to Adamsville
Well, shit 'bout as solid as a willow in a wind storm
Manning the cannons, handing 'em death slips, Lord
Way before my time, feeling like a stillborn
Under pressure like Freddy and God bless you
If you find yourself sleepwalking in on our session
Or find yourself late sneaking in on God's lesson
Like, you got your homework? Couldn't get the last question

Excuse me, excuse me miss?
So yo, you got your homework? Couldn't crack the last question
Ma'am, ma'am
So did you did your homework? I couldn't get the last question
Damn, ma'am, please, please
Please help me out

Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned to a nightmare, Martin Luther the King
Without a queen, nah mean?

Yeah
Martin Luther the King without a queen, nah mean?
Yeah
Martin Luther the King without a queen, nah mean?