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I See a Victory (From Hidden Figures: The Album)

Kim Burrell

Hidden Figures: The Album

2016

Prayer's gon' be on this space station
On the way to the master's apron

They'll call it a mystery
But we're gonna call it victory
We'll be writing

Head are many diadems
Or victory crowns
Who's the victor fit to be
Crowned in human history now
With a name written all over
Him that nobody knows

Now that stations gone
Our legacy lives on
The worlds top rapper was born

We made Hip-hop history
You are a celebrity
Here, we stand on guard for thee

Baku
Yanarrrr Doggg
Respect art perfect craft 
Na report kila siku kwa station 
Foundation ya family na bidii ya mchwa
Elavation ita follow  
Beat ni

of history (Part, part of history)
Aye, this bigger than me
Just know this bigger than me (Just know that, just know that)
I'm just sharing truths (Sharing,

master we in the house
History one big fat bench
We on the couch
Bang for streets where we used to get lynched
We on the outs
More land than where people

I need my money fast 
I need to blow up fast
I like my car fast
But moving to quick and that's when I crashed
Police took my ass
Right to the station

now accessible. The first station to create was the closest one. The moon now is transformed as the first colony with artificial oxygen supply.

And to remind you nigga, I got to go through you just to get to me
Subtle subordination
Perpetual sidekick, nigga sort of a station that you used to
So you

Waves

Joey Bada$$

Waves

2012

happened?"
But back to the chapter
Momma told me follow dreams, should never have to ask her, to
So that's what I do, became an MC master
Since then it's

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

anarchists.
They hope to discredit us with their labels and definitions.
Throughout history societies have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes,

marriage
I had to travel back in time
To kill my enemy's mom
I had to travel back in time
To write a history report
I orchestrated fake suicides at
My high

trading
Hail your master Satan
Jesus came to change it
Gave his life as payment (Blood)

Everywhere we go
It's a war for your soul
Christ already won

the Rapchas
Nimeacha DNA hata nikidanja sina deni tena

Master... ah, Na-move ka' Cobra
Simba wa Teranga alafu nina nguvu zaidi ya Drogba
Natengeneza pesa kwa

to my jewler
Even though a nigga got it, I be actin' Jewish
No Master P, they got me feelin' foolish
She hold my dick, I let my gangster bitch hold

skeletons on the oceans floor, riot starters with no support/
Record rage raw, a war report, slash like panther claws//
3/5s clause voided,

and these paper exchanges
Elevatin' my station... yeah, let's go
Mastermind of the masterpiece
Master at arms I'm the sensei with the 9th Dan mastery
I made

and these paper eXchanges
Elevatin' my station... yeah, let's go

Mastermind of the masterpiece
Master at arms I'm the sensei with the 9th Dan mastery
I made

a con
Be gone

Whose history's filled with mystery
Say you relate, must be kidding me
Were your people stripped of
EVERYTHING!
Displaced and mishaped

Like "you ignorant lil nigga best report to your master"
We the new slaves
Rat race nigga
This the new age
America's turned into an oligarchy
New rage

the fall
Self-isolate and watch madness unfurl 
Cos History repeats, as tragedy then farce
And here we are, in the eye of the storm
Batten down the hatchet

cus the misery is all yours (we gone)
I won't hesitate to give injuries to these whores (hoe)
Nobody finna notice they're history by the morning (what)

perfect, I try
Have you ever had a birth, or death
On your mind? That's why
Certain race reports get a rage from my side
They say it's not institutional

homie got an indication
Hiphop in a penetration
Everyone's on a race now
Que on that gas station cause
They tryna sketch history
But I write a book