Story Behind the Song
No motivation, just using a bunch of historically metaphors to talk shit!
Lyrics
History Repeats
I’m intelligent like Hannibal crossing the Alps on elephants
Ya’ll delicate like Mother Teresa and probably celibate
I’m short like Napoleon was plus victorious
I’m taking over and my revolution was glorious
Poisonous like the Asp that bit Cleopatra
Ill a than Attila the Hun killing crackers
In fact a Holy Crusader would probably back up
You wacker than Ivan the Terrible and a rapper
I got game, like the first King James
Change the word of God and put on my name
Insane like Joan of Arc, I hear talk in my brain
I’m ordained by God to save rap from the wack
I’m like Martin Luther King of the Blacks
Or better yet Malcolm X holding a tech
I smoke ‘till I’m Helen Keller blind, dumb, and def
Then jet like the Dalai Lama out of Tibet
Hook: Before me there were many with glory
History repeats itself (2x)
History repeats itself and it’s Shown
That a man could hit a zone with a microphone
I said before me there were many with glory History repeats itself
Ya’ll greedy like Idi Amin but you can’t eat me
My speech be Nostradamus wise and creepy
Control ya, like Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeni
With Albert Einstein mind I’m brainy
I bomb atomic like Truman a true man
So who can, hold down black hoes like Jim Crows
Yo, Marcus Garvey mission one day I’ll go
To Africa after my record goes gold
I’m like Joseph Stalin, I’m bold and cold
Like Siberian snow, deep like Jacques Cousteau
Bum rush the show like Cristobal Colon
Or hold you in a zone like Ariel Sharon
I’m Smarter than George Washington Carver with nuts
I got a Queen like Solomon and 700 sluts
Brown-skinned like King Tut, and for those of you
Who cock suck, like Monica Lew get fucked up
Hook:
I’ll take your blessing plus I hate confession
I’m like a black plague causing your great depression
You might try reconstruction but you niggas can’t function alone
Get shot down like this the no fly zone
That’s the type of behavior I can’t condone
I’m wild; I’m like the black Al Capone with a poem
My mission’s to shut you down like prohibition
If you’re Christian, praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
I’m like the inquisition, so what’s your religion
Praise me; I’m Creator, Who could be greater
I’m like the best in the whole Wild West
If you wanna protest still no contest
I’m like an evil Nazi; I’m baking your band
Or have you like a Taliban man running through sand
So Fuck Gandhi and Genghis Khan
Hey it happened before so it could happen again
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