Friends tell her, "He could be another Malcolm, he could be another Martin"
She told her partner, "I need a husband more than the world need another martyr"
Justice leads with 7 of 18 lines, followed by wit on 6 and confidence on 5. Every line is a lyric. The songs include Angel Duster and Blockbuster Night Part 1 (two lines each, both from 2014), Walking in the Snow, A Few Words for the Firing Squad (Radiation), Goonies vs. E.T. and ooh la la. It's heavy on politics and jokes together: masters and slaves, a child who could be another Malcolm or another Martin, and a reminder that "violence might be necessary" in a verse that begins with love for Dr. King.
All of us serve the same masters, all of us nothin' but slaves
Never forget in the story of Jesus, the hero was killed by the state
You say you wanna be my leader, I think you wanna be my God
You say you on the side of the righteous (Right) I say I'm gonna hang with the wrong
I love Dr. King but violence might be necessary
'Cause when you live on MLK and it gets very scary
You might have to pull your AK, send one to the cemetery
God really exists? I'll tell you, like this: it reside inside
And anybody tell you different just sellin' you religion tryna keep your ass in line
Top of the mornin', my fist to your face is fuckin' Folgers
I got one round left, a hunnid cops outside
I could shoot at them or put one between my eyes
Chose the latter, it don't matter, it ain't suicide
And if the news say it was, that's a goddamn lie
For the ones whose body hung from a tree like a piece of strange fruit
Go hard, last words to the firing squad was, "Fuck you too"
I'll probably smell like a pound when they put me in a coffin
This Run The Jewels is: murder, mayhem, melodic music
I'm stuck in a time capsule when rap was actually factual
Meaning shit you spit might cause killers to come and clap at you
Cues to the evenin' news, make sure you ill-advised
Got you celebratin' the generators of genocide
Any good deed is pummeled, punished, and penalized
Used to be a time I'd see it and not say it
Now I understand that woke folk be playin'
Until you rob a hypebeast, you ain't seen sadness
Clockwork Orange madness, left the scene laughin'
The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three
Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me
I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B
Prevail through Hell, so Satan get ye behind me
People, we the pirates, the pride of this great republic
No matter what you order, muhfucker, we what you're stuck with (Sorry)
I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate
Swear to God, shit's so good, fat boy'll levitate
Should've been a dentist, mom said it pain's the way that my craft expresses
Born in a little shop of horrors that I can't even afford to rent in