Praise Due - Recognize Ali, Sultan Mir, U.G.

Uh.

Head of a Mecca in a black abaya

Attire.

Take a bow before the black messiah

A sire.

I’m king.

Kiss the ring

Peace to Gaia.

I have walked through the fire

Goliath, I’ll crush David with a fucking fist

I’m ill, regurgitate when I fucking spit

I’m fucking sick.

Talk is cheap, niggas.

Suck a dick

Out here, they snuff a bitch just for talking shit

Found the hidden truth on my quest for moral wisdom

any fool, but the god risen

Or I’ll be the Sean Price.

Damn, we all miss him

We try but it’s hard to fight this Babylon system

Killer weeping with a verse from the Quran

Haram is when you bow before Shayṭān

And why kill in the name of Allah?

Thou shall not judge, so I throw dirt on Islam, nigga

Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, three eyes

Two souls too cold in my warm bed

I mean, everything was wrong but the god’s head

Soon as the light came through, nigga, the dark fled

Yeah, the winged walker cinch offers.

My

Penman slaughters.

I’ll kick your shin off your

Cracked bones.

Your poems don’t deserve an eardrum

I pierce lungs like harpoons armed with a sharp spoon

And dismantle a handful.

Killing machine

And millis scream, then I’m fleeing a scene.

I’m in a BM

Who could be him or see him?

Nobody

My flow probably the greatest.

You could try to debate it

Get faded off of Henny.

Any want it with me

The semi start singing like Dirty on «Shimmy»

Yeah.

It’s U.G.

and I’m a leader

Cella Dwella general.

Told you what my pen’ll do

I’ll send a few that’ll spin ‘em just like a centrifuge

Many’ll lose in a few.

Who want to duel?

Yeah.

I get busy for real

My verse spill, cost a quarter of a mill

Cut a check

Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, three eyes

Two souls too cold in my warm bed

I mean, everything was wrong but the god’s head

Soon as the light came through, nigga, the dark fled