Malcolm X

[Intro: Malcolm X & Fly Anakin]
Who taught you-please
Who taught you that-?
Aye aye, aye
Okay okay okay, uh
Fly
Lo-look

[Verse 1: Fly Anakin]
Soulmatic, ill shit from the Nas-manic
You ass backwards, you Diddy bopping, your ass clapping
Niggas is passing; they gone, ignorant bastards is home
Niggas like "Phew", you can't make it on your own
What the blood clot? young cat, 11 with his own Gat
Pat pat pat pat, you better duck that, this ain't no Rugrats
Straight scheming, tryna get mines, stay out the bread lines
Starting fights at bed-time, niggas sleep
We rise in unison, these aliens is stacking up bread
Call the phone and write a verse or put a price on his head, the vision
Niggas is pigeons when you see em, watch em fly off
My niggas night hawks, I shoot a dart and break the sky off
Lotta niggas did died off, my brother still here
With they fucking feet, playing that you niggas is out if you think the game is yours
Don't forget to do your chores
Suck the dick and die slow if you thinking you the boss

[Verse 2: Henny L.O.]
Yo
Saturdays in Richmond, plotting out the mission
We gon' get it by, any means, legacy will exceed
You ain't really hearing me, don't mean to be offensive but fuck y'all
I'm greater than the average man, backflips and somersaults
With dress plants like Bronson, condoms for your moms and
I'm so disrespectful, pissing on your car and
Babies in a full nelson, melting panties off of bitches like I'm sweet throat
Man they felt it, they helpless
Strippers up and down, they rabbits bash us with them little ratchets
Flapping like they Kappa but they acting, I should smack em for the goofy shit
Living on some groupie shit, suck a dick
Pricks get me pissed like Steve Harvey and that Whoopi bitch
Look at this, you fucking up the game on some rookie shit
Harder for the starving, need to get up on some hook-y shit
Whoopy, bitch, ball off, finance the shit in Volvo
He copping shit, it's from a small coffee shop in Soho
He still pussy, he copping shit on the low-
Hehe
Nigga