Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

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

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

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

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

Do you in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is heart where it need to be?
Is your smile on permanent? Is vow on lifetime?
Would you know where the is if I died in this next line?
If I'm in a court of law, if the industry cut me off
If the want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or question my and degrade me on every blog
you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a
But a prophet a prophet til they ask you this question:

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

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

Do you in me? How much you believe in her?
You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years
You think he can you down when you down behind bars hurt?
You think on common ground if you promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without your life being
Even you share the same blood is it worth the time?
Like who got best interest? Like how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the that say they love you and who pretending?
How tough is your skin when they you in, do you show forgiveness?
What brush do you when dusting your shoulders from being offended
kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing
What kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or your when it's mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like
You wanna in in his shoes but you peace-making seldom
You wanna be remembered that the message
That considered the blessing of everyone, this your for everyone, say

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

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

I been off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me Nelson
I went to Robben's Island analyzing, where his cell is
So I find clarity, like how much you cherish me
Is this relationship a fake or as the heavens be?
See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats,
Trees, plants, grass, how the blow
Law, generation X, will I ever be your ex?
Floss off a step, mobbed 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 left 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Luther, JFK, shooter you assassin
Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Jackson, oh

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

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

I remember you was
Misusing your
Sometimes I did the
Abusing my power, of resentment
Resentment turned into a deep depression
myself screaming in the hotel room
I didn't self destruct
The evils of was all around me
So I went running for
Until I home
But that didn't stop guilt
Going back and forth to convince myself the stripes I earned
Or how A-1 my foundation was
But my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back 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 you wore a different gang color than mines
Doesn't mean I can't you as a black man
all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets
If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy killing us
But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just nigga

Shit and that's all I
I was gonna call another nigga but, it really a poem,
I just felt like it's you probably could relate to.
Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to at you,
I always wanted to ask you about a situa
a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.
What you mean 'bout that, the ground represent?

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

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

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

And through different avenues of success
How would you say you to keep a level of sanity?

By my in God, by my faith in the game,
And by my faith in all good things come to those stay true.
You what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason
You know I'm saying, I was noticing,
I was punching the right 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 go straight through

Would you consider yourself a at heart
Or somebody that only when they back is against 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 I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back

Aight well, how long you think it take before be like,
We fighting a war, I'm a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down

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

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

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

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

Because the spirits, we really rappin'
We just our dead homies tell stories for us

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

"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the that conceived it
Its only job is to eat or consume everything it, in order to protect itself from this mad city
While consuming its environment the caterpillar begins to notice to survive
One thing it noticed is how much the world him, but praises the butterfly
The butterfly the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar
But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to pimp it to his own
Already surrounded by mad city
The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon institutionalizes him
He can no longer see past his own
He's
When trapped inside these walls certain start to take roots
Such as going home, and bringing new concepts to this mad city
The
Wings to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly sheds on situations
That the caterpillar never considered, the eternal struggle
Although the and caterpillar are completely different
are one and the same."

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