Road to Perdition

I got these niggas, Breezy!

Don't worry about it

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

I got these niggas, Breezy!

Don't worry about it

My swag is on 1.21 jiggawatts, 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 and the meek will surely inherit the mud we on

And shoot up every club we clone

The flow is too atomic

The poetry's too Qur'an-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

I got these niggas, Breezy!

Don't worry about it

A thousand kisses to the haters 'cause they made me greater

A thousand wishes from a million slaves could raise a savior

A thousand visits to these dickheads at these major labels

From Big Daddy Kane to Big Daddy Cain 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 sabre

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 happen, 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

I got these niggas, Breezy!

Don't worry about it

Let that bitch breathe