A Prayer for Michael Vick and T.I.

[Sample: Minister Farrakhan] You got a hell of a nerve If, if my rhetoric is too strident Who better to correct me than my brothers? And my sisters? If I need to be brought in line or refined Who better to do it than the members of my own family? We don’t get into your family business You stay out of ours [Verse 1] I never got shook up by talks of Illuminati I’m from where niggas talk that talk Then walk around the streets all day Carrying heat like the human body Stress – we mastered that Death – we laugh at that You niggas sweeter than the cog-ni-ac I never sleep And when my eyes is closed, I'm in a deep battle for sheep I’m an insomniac But when it comes to the rhymes, a hypochondriac The flow so sickly, splash a hot round on me Peel off quickly Luckily, not one of you niggas could fuck with me I hit you with a plus degree Mind detect mind, plus mind detect matter With that, I say peace to the G.O.'s And all my niggas locked away in cages, giving shit to the C.O.'s Doing long stretches on the track Cause they fell into the trap of the Neos The Farrakhan of rap, giving dap to the people Busting shots at the eagle, with the arrows in its talon Sneaking shots when you peep through your peephole Spit the abracadabra, manipulate matter with a black magic Created to eradicate evil So if they call me a rapper, okay, yeah, I can dig it But if they bring me before the Congress, then I can kick it I send the devil to hell every time that I get wicked Ayah to ayah, sura by sura yeah, I get lifted [Sample: Muhammad Ali] "People do say I'm cocky, some say I need a good whoopin', some say... I talk too much, but anything that I say I'm willing to back up... I have fulfilled all of my prophecies, I'm up to date in all of my predictions, my train is running on schedule." [Verse 2] One for the money, two for the pussy and fame Three hundred’ll go to the court to change my name like Cassius The past just show me lessons Stay on my grind and pray that time will show me blessings Was my old motto I'm from the Magnolia Projects, where dice rollers and heroin addicts is role models So I had no choice but to kick it to full throttle My niggas in Philly'll probably tell you "the boy’s thorough." Now, either you with me or you with me Cuz even if you against me, running with my enemies They ain't nothing but mini-mes That I created long, long ago And they only want to cut off My lineage like the Kennedies That being the case You should be aware I blast many a face And left niggas displaced like Katrina did And gave them very little of nothing like FEMA did And I ain't never seen a bid Well, there was one time when me and Ali tussled with one-time For claiming our sovereignty as a nation and bloodline You niggas should give a standing ovation To the MC who stands in the face of Satan Hitting them with creation