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Metal and muscle 
Smashing you hard right out of the abyss 
Torture and torment 
If not for the kill we'd never exist 
Aggression and anger,
Loved by no one and pushed around
Tied up in a stable yard
Tangled and timid and howling hard
Till one day we took her away
Called her Magog shortened
The day of our revenge is dawning with a chilling haze
Like the day we fell from grace
It was a shameful black day when our bravery failed
But
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
and quietly laughing
Surrounded by demons
I'm an angel and they all want me
And to this day

Memories of shadows haunt me
From the years when I was young
redneck devil is big business
So all season I'm up preyin
On black communities, is what I'm sayin
And y'all keepin me fat
All over America it's on like that
the day for Billy, take the OC by surprise

He'll make you do the Macarena as you rock your Tamagachi
With your Newton down in Woodstock playing Sega
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
On the other side where the cowboys at
Where the brown blast black 
And the black blast right back
That's a fact in the city where I'm from
You better get
Before ligaments and fridges
The triple six digits religion
Might sacrifice pigeon's fidget
Was created by ancient midgets
My kamikaze cronies
lines for a rainy day
Sincerely yours as he signs the letter
Good dimes are hard to come by, still its 9's or better
I'm sayin, its no way I'm eatin
black, well-done beef cooker

My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped
In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit
She like to talk shit,
black, well-done beef cooker

My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped
In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit
She like to talk shit,
I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Be LeBron bitch, I'm Jayceon bitch
Who else you seen parked at the swap
smashing, make it jump like everlasting
God body Ramadan, thirty day fasting
Six two brown skin fellow with the Caesar fade
360 waves, side burns with
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
mo bitches than Dr. Detroit 
It goes down 
Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin' pounds into ashes 
Black ski maskes 
Niggaz be gettin the pumpkin head like
light me up and then smoke me
Got you thinking your the Godfather like Vito Corleone
As an underground artist my days and nights below me
Signing
mo bitches than Dr. Detroit 
It goes down 
Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin' pounds into ashes 
Black ski maskes 
Niggaz be gettin the pumpkin head like
factions
It's more than just black and white, like racism
Cause the face of hate appears when you face the mirror
This more than people starving to eat