[00:00.170]Producer:No I.D.[00:01.137]Writers:Jay Electronica/No I.D./Rodney G. Massey[00:02.338]Sample:Never Been In Love(2004)—Talib Kweli[00:04.298][00:10.306]Uh, I snap on the track like the fingers of Thanos[00:13.179]Como también nosotros perdonamos[00:15.713]A los que nos ofenden[00:17.489]It's all love, all Wimbledon with the pen, then[00:19.762]All I have in this world is my flag and my sword[00:22.374]I'm on a battlefield with the flag of my Lord[00:24.725]My shahāda is my cantada[00:26.345]My heart chakra light up when I make sajdah at fajr[00:29.036]Padre nuestro, que estás en El Cielo[00:31.569]Our heavenly father[00:32.797]Like Vince Staples said, we just wadin' in the water[00:35.331]My people out in Flint still bathin' in the slaughter[00:37.996]ICE out here rippin' families apart at the border[00:40.634]Satan struck Palestine with yet another mortar[00:43.324]Lies from the reporters[00:44.761]A3s shots and stripper poles for the eyes of my daughter, hm[00:48.471]Swing low sweet chariot[00:50.012]My train is on schedule[00:51.083]But I had to take the Underground Railroad like Harriet[00:53.747]Weave the whole industry, every jab I've parried it[00:56.542]My cross I carried it[00:57.796]My crown of thorns to cavalry from Nazareth[01:00.696]The orbit was too wide to calculate the azimuth[01:03.256]The journey was technically unexplainable, hazardous[01:06.077]Rise, young gods, all paths lead to Lazarus[01:08.689]The dry bones that lifted up from the valley dust[01:11.249]The prayers of the slaves are the wings that carry us[01:13.940]A field full of dreams is where they tried to bury us (Bury us)[01:19.086]