Road To Perdition
(专辑: Act II: The Patents Of Nobility (The Turn) - 2020)
[Ronald Reagan:] "And they say if we'll only avoid any direct confrontation with the
enemy, he'll forget his evil ways and learn to love us. All who oppose them are indicted as warmongers. They say we offer simple answers to complex problems. Well, perhaps there is a
simple answer—not an easy answer—but simple" I
got that black on black skin tone, actual-fact syndrome That's why I
dropped the
jewel on every verse you heard me shit on Okay, it's a
Slumdog opera The
tale of a
king whose name wasn't on the
roster My road to glory was Road To Perdition And Act II: The
Turn is just the
memoirs with no omissions We came a
mighty long way from standing near the
stove In the
cold, the
greatest story ever told The
realest niggas see the
pain in my story boards The
true believers say, "Wallahi, I
support the
boy" My life feel like a
highlight reel This is lightning striking, feel how the
Zeitgeist feel Get a
slight chill [Bridge Jay Z:] I
got these niggas, Breezy! Don't worry about it My swag is on 1.21 gigawatts, 10 trillion kilowatts Hardcore Thriller pop, Michael Jackson, nigga rock Google me, baby, understand where I'm coming from My destiny's to hit a
grand slam when my number come All hail the
lyrical, Grand Wizard Imperial Nigga signed the
dotted line with Hov, that's a
miracle And I
ain't leave the
thugs alone The
humble in me will surely inherit the
mud we on And shoot up every club we clone The
flow is too atomic The
poetry's too Qu'ran-ic, the
young prophet Muhammad And I
could drop a
verse to change the
whole vibration The
whole Roc Nation, the
whole Live Nation So pour libation Beware, but prepare for the
polarization, it's the
globalization Warn all the
clergymen and notify Satan I
been waiting, this the
notarization, I
been patient [Bridge] A
thousand kisses to the
haters cause they made me greater A
thousand wishes from a
million slaves could raise a
savoir A
thousand disses to these dickheads at these major labels From Big Daddy Kane to Big Daddy Kane and Abel You pay a
cost to be a
boss, nigga, I
paid the
wager Mastered both sides of the
force and plus I
made my saber Yes sir, I'm a
soldier of love Drowning all my sorrows and woes in the
club My white boys say, "that shit you spit last year, bro Was like a
real fine Merlot and a
cashmere throw" Some black chicks say he ugly, white women they love me My Asians and my mamis don't put nothing above me I
call it as it happens, the
art of quality rapping One autobiographical chapter could start up the
rapture And even though I
walk in the
narrow valley of death All I
see is green pastures, bitches screaming from the
rafters