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[Intro] This is Deko [Verse 1: OG Maco] No, they are not ready (Not ready), not deadly (Not deadly) Defang quora, quote me, it’s all goodie, they mistook me Thought he was a one-trick pony, fuck ‘em Bitch, “U Guessed It” still got me road-running First of my kind, and I ain’t reach my prime Priming bombs tip-toeing ’til your toe touch land mine No legs, no spine, how they walkin’ ‘round with they back to us Young lord, Bible, rap genius, dodgin’ Judas Jumpin’ on 12 ‘cause they might shoot us Take us out our shit and call us looters Droppin’ knowledge, lines paratrooper I got five to come type Cooper It’s my time when I want like a lupa Talkin’ shit until your words loose ya Face hotter than a damn Ruger, real ruler Most niggas this real done had funerals, so feral, so thorough OGG in the city fuckin’ up the borough [Chorus: 6LACK] When that clock strikes one (Yeah), you’re done When that clock strikes two, nigga, who you? When that clock strikes three (Yeah), you’ll see And when that clock hits four (Heh), oh Lord [Verse 2: J.I.D] Yeah, I’ve been that nigga, nigga Been that nigga, boy I been a killa, I’m hopin’ rappin’ can fill a void Sleep on a nigga, you got your covers 'n' pillows, boy (Hkh, bloop, bloop, bloop), you get drug in a river, boy I heard what they said ’bout me, ’twas nothin’ they said to me Prada and Fendi, Bencialaga, a nigga Gucci Mother Mary, Marcialago, can give me pussy Keep the sticky inside of that Stüssy and keep it movin’ When they fed up, leave the whole scene wet up I swear to God, a nigga brains were just oatmeal and ketchup Or some red stuff, they silenced all the hecklers Chucklin’ Chuck-E-Cheese ass nigga, go get your bread up You are not fuckin’ ready For the young, black, dumb-strapped, in the favor of Allah All of the gods y’all pray to probably my gualas I am more than a man, dumb hungry, more than a man More morphine to endorse my poor rigor mortis Swing dick, swordfish, nigga weak, porpoise Q can pour souls, prayin’ to the god of porcelain I don't need your approval, my guy, I never force shit Forfeit, never, I'm a oracle, I'll probably or–bit (Ha, ha, ha, yeah) [Chorus: 6LACK & Alkebulan] When that clock strikes one, you’re done When that clock strikes two, nigga, who you? When that clock strikes three, you’ll see And when that clock hits four (Yeah), oh Lord [Verse 3: Alkebulan] I’m juxtaposed to God Across from a black queen, top a white woman That's her privileged throne, eating sal-a-mon Top of yellow rice by a right woman I'm the stones thrown at Christ Sea, Moses parted, young paying homage To a pair of parents who made apparent Reign of a panther, black heir apparent, none of y'all comparin' So fuck is you sayin', fuck is you reppin' Don't give a fuck what you talkin' bout, so fuck who you sexin' I'm the fuckin' answer, you niggas fucked up the question Fuck is you questionin', do you know who the fuck you addressin'? I'm Stokely Carmichael, y'all niggas Susie, followin' Angelica Angelic nastiness she possess is one of a kind, no replica Replicate bar nine, I'm Stokely Carmichael, yeah Not looking for Makeba, know where she at, she right there She love my contra-dick, she get nasty like edamame Call my queen a bitch, make her cum, then she say, "Ashe" Dick mightier than pen and sword, I turn good girl to whore God's juxtaposed to me, "Alkebulan, teach us some more" Okay, please hold the reverie that you're peddling to the youth Or the koufy thoughts when you're only raising that right fist in the booth Tryna relay conscious lines, but all you sayin' is, "I spit the truth" Followed by, "Yeah, I am the shit" Yep, yeah, nigga, we know, you poo Y'all need some lovin' in your life A little Giovanni by your side A little of Assata's all I need A little bit of Angela Davis and Ruby Dee, ha [Pre-Chorus: Alkebulan, 6LACK, Both] Now when that clock hits four, uh, yeah, there's war And when that clock hits three, yeah, nigga, you’ll see By the time the clock hits two, you'll know, who you? 'Cause I am not the only one, we're all Alkebulan [Chorus: 6LACK] When that clock strikes one, you’re done When that clock strikes two, nigga, who you? When that clock strikes three, you’ll see And when that clock hits four, oh Lord
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