Murder to Excellence

Bloody murder, murder murder (4x)

The paper read murder, black on black murder

The paper read murder, black on black murder

This is to the memory of Danroy Henry

Too much enemy fire to catch a friendly

Strays from the same shade, nigga we on the same team

Giving you respect, I expect the same thing

All black everything, nigga you know my fresh code

I’m out here fightin’ for you, don’t increase my stress load

Niggas watchin’ the throne, very happy to be

Power to the people, when you see me, see you

And I’m from the murder capital, where they murder for capital

Heard about at least 3 killings this afternoon

Lookin’ at the news like damn I was just with him after school,

No shop class but half the school got a tool,

And I could die any day type attitude

Plus his little brother got shot reppin’ his avenue

It’s time for us to stop and re-define black power

41 souls murdered in 50 hours

The paper read murder, black on black murder,

The paper read murder, black on black murder again

Murder again…

Is it genocide?

Cause I can still hear his momma cry, know the family traumatized

Shots left holes in his face, bout piranha-size

The old pastor closed the cold casket

And said the church ain’t got enough room for all the tombs

It’s a war going on outside, we ain’t safe from

I feel the pain in my city wherever I go

314 soldiers died in Iraq

509 died in Chicago

I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died

Real niggas just multiply

And they say by 21 I was supposed to die

So I’m out here celebratin’ my post demise

If you put crabs in a barrel to insure your survival

You gon’ end up pulling down niggas that look just like you

What up blood? What up cos?

It’s all black, I love us

The paper read murder, black on black murder,

The paper read murder, black on black murder again

Black on black murder again

Black on black murder again

It’s a celebration of black excellence

Black tie, black Maybachs

Black excellence, opulence, decadence

Tuxes next to the president, I’m present

I dress in Dries and other boutique stores in Paris

In sheepskin coats, I silence the lamb

Do you know who I am Clarice?

No cheap cologne whenever I “shh-shh”

Success never smelled so sweet, I stink of success

The new black elite, they say my black card bear the mark of the beast

I repeat, my religion is the beat

My verse is like church, my Jesus piece, now please, domino, domino

Only spot a few blacks the higher I go

What’s up to Will, shoutout to O

That ain’t enough, we gon’ need a million more

Kick in the door, Biggie flow

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

Yea it’s all messed up when it’s nowhere to go

So we won’t take the time out til we reach the T O P

From paroles to hold G’s, sold keys, low keys

We like the promised land of the OG’s

In the past if you picture events like a black tie

What’s the last thing you expect to see, black guys

What’s the life expectancy for black guys?

The system’s working effectively, that’s why

I’ll be a real man, take care of your son

Every problem you had before this day is now done

New crib, watch a movie

Cause ain’t nothin’ on the news but the blues

Hit the mall, pick up some Gucci

Now ain’t nothin’ new but your shoes

Sunday morning, praise the Lord

You the girl that Jesus had been saving me for

So let’s savor this moment, and take it to the floor

Black excellence, truly yours