This is a song about "Slave trade"

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

You my master i can be your slave

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I fabricated a slave, who assassinated the brave,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And now as i sit debating waiting im a slave and intimidating

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face