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As I sit and ponder how to spend this last 20
How to invest so it can multiply to many
From the land of skinny, put a plan into action
And manifest my destiny like President Jackson
Let’s brush up on the facts, so you can feel what I’ma kick
Documentary Rhymes: this is all real shit
They called him Ol’ Hick, he was a pioneer lawyer
Owned more niggers that the book Tom Sawyer
If you saw his land, it was cluttered with slaves
The muhfucka had 300 'fore he went to the grave
Can’t knock on the trade, dude started with 11
Human Trafficking: just one hustle of his seven
Soldier of the Devil, brought the trail of tears
Through smallpox blankets and biological fear
Popped couple of peers, jeered his wife as a hoe
Duel’s rules: slap a man and somebody had to go
Schooled on frontiers, but was smart enough to see
How the banks would guarantee nobody would go free
A mystery to me, like the ends of the universe
Compound interest follows you til you’re in a hearse
In a fight, you chew some dirt and then you win or fail
And I’m a Swamp Nigga, grab the Gator by the tail
Beat until it’s frial and make a pair of custom 6 Rings
I suggest you listen twice, just in case you missed things
Enlisting: I’m in a war at home and fighting daily
We take the land and make demands and fuckers better pay me
Hail to the theives that blazed the trails for our culture
American Greed: eagles eyes or a vulture?
Whitewash the sculptures, making heroes out of villians
Fire up the melting pot with hypocrisy and killing
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