Baba
And I just took my DNA test Don Dada
One hundred percent Nigerian Baba
When you gonna learn-uh
Can't frame a earner
Came with the noose, I freed myself like Nat Turner
Sucker free purge myself from the parasites
Marcus Garvey likes on my Instagram, Garveyites
Rebel tone born in the middle of the cyclone
Revelation talker that's the beast with the 10 horns
And I just took my DNA test Don Dada
One hundred percent Nigerian Baba
When you gonna learn-uh
Can't frame a earner
Came with the noose, I freed myself like Nat Turner
Though we rumble in the jungle when we fightin' dark forces
We Olympians like Ali when we lighting up the torches
Seen the projects turn haunted when I head the fiends scream
Too much candy man, candy man, candy man he OD'd
You would get tempted too if the devil came up to you
Tell you pick a boo, pick a boo here's a crib out in Malibu
P-p-pilot is ready to take off, the rocket is ready to launch
The farmers ready to pick up, gorilla's ready to stick up
And I just took my DNA test Don Dada
One hundred percent Nigerian Baba
When you gonna learn-uh
Can't frame a earner
Came with the noose, I freed myself like Nat Turner
Once upon a time in America (America)
This Jersey boy lived on Utica (Utica)
All my Zoes were down in Florida (Florida)
General like Toussaint Louverture (Louverture)
When Nancy Reagan told the hood say no to drugs (no to drugs)
Aye, her hubby Ronald Reagan was the plug (was the plug)
Patience is a virtue but not for consignment (nah)
You would think it's Vietnam the way they dying (yeah)
Only thing that remains is his remains (remains)
You the only nigga clean in this card game (game)
He got shot he ain't call the cops (cops)
Mystery like Alfred Hitchcock (yeah)
Boy back on the block, ah ra ra ra
Little John started screaming
Taking shots shots shots
And I just took my DNA test Don Dada
One hundred percent Nigerian Baba
When you gonna learn-uh
Can't frame a earner
Came with the noose, I freed myself like Nat Turner
Just took my DNA test Don Dada
One hundred percent Nigerian Baba
When you gonna learn-uh
Can't frame a earner
Came with the noose, I freed myself like Nat Turner
Man this is deja-vu
Homeroom! I'm back in school!
Good morning class
Good morning class
Class, It's mourning time, good
'Cause in many hoods
Where clavicles caress many hoods
Metal detectors greet us before are teachers do
Class, it's mourning time
Because blood vessels burst more than gushers do
And sweet, be the taste of survival
When peace just tastes like denial
What I mean is
Every class must begin after twelve
So there won't be any more mourning, good
God wears a hood in this testament
Heaven be the hood in this testament
The first lesson is
Class, you don't need a cap and gown
To walk across the stage
All you need is a mind, a body, a pen, and a page
Ayo, that's all good, but
How much you growin' the weed?