Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

The ghost of Mandela, my flows they propel it
Let these words be your earth and moon you every message
As I this army make room for mistakes and depression
And with that said my nigga, let me ask this question

When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
When hit the fan (one two, one two)
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a

The ghost of Mandela, my flows they propel it
Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every
As I this army make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this

When shit hit the fan, is you still a
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

Do you believe in me? Are you me?
Could I let you easily, is your heart where it need to be?
Is smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?
Would you know the sermon is if I died in this next line?
If I'm tried in a of law, if the industry cut me off
If the government want me dead, cocaine in my car
you judge me a drug kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or question my character and degrade me on every
Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your mind, very welcome
You tell me my song is than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a til they ask you this question:

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Want you look to your left and right, make you ask you friends
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, hope my they propel it
Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every
As I lead this army make room for and depression
And with

Do you believe in me? How much you believe in
You think she stick around if them 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you when you down behind bars hurt?
You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the
Can you be without your life being expired?
Even though you share the same blood is it worth the
Like who got your best Like how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the that say they love you and who pretending?
How tough is your when they turn you in, do you show forgiveness?
What brush do you bend when your shoulders from being offended
What kind of den did they put you in when the lions hissing
What kind of bridge did they burn, or your mind when it's mentioned?
You love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson
You wanna walk in in his shoes but you peace-making
You wanna be remembered that delivered the
That considered the of everyone, this your lesson for everyone, say

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
Want you look to your and right, make sure you ask you friends
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

The voice of Mandela, hope these flows they it
Let my word be your and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army room for mistakes and depression
And if you ridin' with me

I wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me you
That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like
I went to Robben's analyzing, that's where his cell is
So I could clarity, like how much you cherish me
Is this relationship a fake or real as the be?
See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats,
Trees, plants, grass, how the blow
Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be ex?
Floss off a baby step, by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under
Crawled under rocks, y'all, it's respect
But then tomorrow, put my against the wall
How many leaders you said you needed then 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit
Is it Martin Luther, JFK, you assassin
Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Jackson, oh

When shit hit the fan, is you still a
When shit hit the fan, is you still a
That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he those kids?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows propel it
Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every
As I lead this army make room for and depression
And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this nigga

I you was conflicted
Misusing your
Sometimes I did the
my power, full of resentment
Resentment that turned a deep depression
myself screaming in the hotel room
I didn't wanna self
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I went running for
Until I came
But that didn't stop survivor's
Going and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
Or maybe how A-1 my was
But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war in the city
I was a new one
A war that was on apartheid and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I
The word was
Just because you wore a different color than mines
Doesn't I can't respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and we caused each other in these streets
If I respect you, we unify and stop the from killing us
But I know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga

and that's all I wrote
I was gonna call another but, it ain't really a poem,
I felt like it's something you probably could relate to.
Other than that, now I finally got a chance to holla at you,
I always wanted to ask you a certain situa
a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.
What you mean 'bout that, what the ground

The ground is gonna open up and the evil.
That's how I see it, my is bond.
I see and the ground is the symbol for the people,
The poor people is gonna open up this whole
And swallow up the people.
the rich people gonna be so fat, they gonna be so appetizing,
You what I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing.
The poor gonna be so poor and
You what I'm saying it's gonna be like
There might be some cannibalism out this mutha, might eat the rich

Aight so let me ask you then,
Do you see yourself as that's rich
Or somebody that made the of their own opportunities?

I see myself as a born hustler,
A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took
I took the opportunities, I worked at the menial and degrading job
And built myself up so I get it to where I owned it.
I went from having manage me
To me the person that works my management company.
I changed everything I my destiny in a matter of five years
You know what I'm I made myself a millionaire.
I millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions for myself,
You what I'm saying.
I made for the record companies,
I millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us

And through your different of success
How would you say you managed to a level of sanity?

By my in God, by my faith in the game,
And by my faith in all good things come to that stay true.
You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a
You what I'm saying, I was noticing,
I was the right buttons and it was happening.
So it's no problem, you know I mean it's a but I'm not finna let them know.
I'm finna go through

Would you consider yourself a fighter at
Or somebody that only reacts when they back is the wall?

I like to think at every opportunity
I've ever threatened with resistance it's been met with resistance.
And not only me but it goes my family tree.
You know what I'm saying, it's in my to fight back

Aight well, how you think it take before niggas be like,
We fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I win and I wanna lay it all down

In this country a black man have like 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength
And that's right now while you a
While you still strong or you still wanna lift weights,
While you wanna shoot back.
'Cause once you turn 30 it's like take the heart and soul out of a man
Out of a man in this country.
And you don't wanna no more.
And if you believe me you can look around,
You don't see no loud 30-year old muthafuckas

That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy you left
I can truly tell you there's nothing but turmoil goin' on
So I to ask you what you think is the future for me and my generation today?

I that niggas is tired-a grabbin' shit out the stores
And next time it's a riot there's gonna be bloodshed for
I don't think America can know
I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some playing
But it gonna be no playing.
It's be murder, you know what I'm saying,
It's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831, up in muthafucka.
You know what I'm saying, it's happen

That's crazy man. In my opinion hope that we kinda have left
Is and vibrations
Lotta people understand how important it is.
Sometimes I be like, get a mic
And I don't know what type of I'mma push out,
Or where it from. Trip me out sometimes

the spirits, we ain't really rappin'
We just letting our dead tell stories for us

I wanted to one last thing to you.
It's something a good friend had wrote describing my world.
It

"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets conceived it
Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it, in order to itself from this mad city
While consuming its environment the begins to notice ways to survive
One it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but praises the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the
But having a harsh outlook on life the sees the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to pimp it to his own
surrounded by this mad city
The caterpillar to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see his own thoughts
trapped
When trapped inside walls certain ideas start to take roots
Such as going home, and bringing new concepts to this mad city
The
Wings begin to emerge, the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly light on situations
That the caterpillar considered, ending the eternal struggle
Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely
are one and the same."

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