This is a song about "Resurrection"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You're rap needs a resurrection and next election

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Looking like the resurrection of mahatma gandhi with my crew behind me

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

Where's your vest son? death's on the cassette slot, not resurrection

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

And pay less attention on hip hop's death and its resurrection,