Verse 1

My minds like that of a champion
To get here I blazed past half the men
Hit some in they abdomen
Asked the rest where they been
I'm in it to win
Heat cocked back with a devilish grin
And I swear by the hair on my chin
We gon' win
Stay ready to put in work like im fresh out the penn
No Emmitt Till still for real like the street called Beale
Move like Kill Bill,
Kill serial, seriously still
Strange fruit hangin at will
No new deal breakernomics
Cash crops
Hydroponics
See the general acknowledge
Ill drop knowledge higher science
You won't get in college
Knowledge of self
Personal health
Spiritual wealth
B2 stealth my bombs are felt

Chorus

Mohammad Ali
Malcolm X
Those my heroes,
Civil rights
Dark nights
Dogs
Firehouse,
National guard
Vs.
A thousand people,
Flower in the barrel
Gunshot next sequel


Verse 2

Birmingham, Alabama
A bad mama jama,
Except for when they throw you in the slamma,
Church bombs
Napalm
Whistle out, stay calm,
When I see da' beast
I sound the alarm,
I like moonshine
But not German Shepard k9's,
Refuse to eat the swine
Life and death are intertwined,
Like George C. Wallace I go hard on a nigga',
Teeth kicked out with steel toes I ain't weak how you figure,
Hella bold
Black gold,
Souls are sold
Goin' on since times of old
Won't fold,
I get old
But won't mold,
Sprayed with a fire hose
Front page it was told,
Blak fist in tha air
Got em stripped o' they gold,
1968 Mexico City
Ain't no pity
Situations gritty,
1968 Mexico City
Situations gritty
Ain't no pity!

Chorus

Mohammad Ali
Malcolm X
Those my heroes,
Civil rights
Dark nights
Dogs
Firehouse,
National guard
Vs.
A thousand people,
Flower in the barrel
Gunshot next sequel

Verse 3

I cop clothes,
Not cop clothes
Ahdeegahtos,
To those who expose
Bros who pose with cali Coles,
Then pop those in white robes
Lights out like light bulbs,
Live in the field like marshall's
Who stalk pro's ,
Haram not boko,
When I smoke iz like slo mo,
Neva homo
Find me livin' in a dojo,
O' Acapulco
Symbolic
Not literally loco,
See you local
Fact not fiction
Put you in a chokehold
Son o' tha most high
Fresh like a magi
Born in apartheid
Look like an egg when its hard fried
Ain't on drugs
Hang with thugs
Fly as Malachi with a red eye,
Solo since I left dredi
Some wish they could dead I
Active on the murda plots,
Stopped before they start
Left em leaking full o buckshots,
Call em blood clots,
Now has beens,
So why not,
W/a Z at the end,
Like fags speak b4 they get popped!

Chorus

Mohammad Ali
Malcolm X
Those my heroes,
Civil rights
Dark nights
Dogs
Firehouse,
National guard
Vs.
A thousand people,
Flower in the barrel
Gunshot next sequel
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My Heroes Lyrics

Hannibal Abdullah-El – My Heroes Lyrics