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to the LOX and Beanie, 
While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie 
It's like no nigga in the world could see me 

When I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On

children won't be judged by the color of their skin
But by the content of their character

It's been like 50 years
And ain't shit change in America

I still

Uh, spit at the world
My lyrics, I could spit at your girl
Spit when I hurl
Spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl
Spit facts, spit on wax my whole

job with excellence  
Dumb it down, 
Never let them know my true intelligence.  
  


Born into this black skin,  
They say it’s a white world we’re

my thirst now
Oh, wild winds, get me drunk with scents from distant worlds

And then it feels like I’m in a pallet full of colors
Black and white, blue

Sitting in my ass
In my room
Legs crossed
Ping ponging in my mind
Entangled by the ropes
Arms spread
Dreading the time when I have to be it again
Writing

got a call from Mama 
Auntie passed, it's raining 
Send my cousin my love I'm outside praying 
Raw papers blazing 
Humbly patient this what I live by

the way I talk aye
By the way I talk aye
By the way I talk aye

Seeing the world in full colors
I don't know how made it
I don't know why they love me
I

The world is bland
Since it's losing all its colors
The world's been bland
Since I lost my homie Sandra
Colgates on edge cause of my black face

your predicate you're
Pathetic kid, apathetic to others, blowing your
Cover of insecurities by showing your true colors but yah
True colors are dull,

boy do work
Whoa
Try to shoot me for the work
I finger a bad bitch, watchin' Nina squirt
Backed up by Bonnie who's backed up by Clyde
See it in my eyes,

ashamed
Mom and dad was fighting like some dogs and cats
We was out of money, mixing colors at the laundromat
I was in the second grade playing with my

that guy
On Aljazeera
Came in the world unaware
Of her troubles and struggles
My mama made me hear
And always wear double
I couldn't sit in chairs
When I

was famous
My naked wrist look like it got
Hit by a couple of paintas
Im gettin money but the fact
That im gangsta nevea changes
I goy my Locs on waitin

King Park

La Dispute

Wildlife

2011

Another shooting on the southeast side
This a drive-by, mid-day
Outside of the bus stop, by Fuller and Franklin
Or near there, not far from

and let the smoke be your hypothesis
Eye wear my Birkenstocks you rappers wear your mockinsons
The hottest kid to make the game go moderate
Wait wait pull

positive
Naw and let the world fuck me
Naw don't let yo kids listen to this song
Right hea yea cuz they may learn something
I'ts called The Truth
My platform

what your favorite color it is
Tell me how you feel about having colored kids
Take you to the cookout with all my relatives 
Let's save the world

or don't do
You're so much older and wiser and I
I wait by the door like I'm just a kid
Use my best colors for your portrait
Lay the table with the fancy

this long before
Life repeating shit
Live this life before
Ain't surprised by hate
Kept my truth and faith
Born with less but great
leave my mamma

some years a deer in the light
I left some will to spirit away
I let my fears materialize
I let my skills deteriorate
Haunted by the thought of what

color
Lovin' black actually means we love all colors
Black boy joy plus black girl magic

Black love is what I pray the whole wide world catches
While I'm

At the end of the path 
Waiting for the bloodbath 
Gun in my backpack 

I like pretty colors 
I'm a maniac 
I like taking cover 
I'm a psychopath 

I like

Salute

Big Scoob

Draped Up and Chipped Out, Vol. 3

2008

around the world and still rocking a flip phone
Hip hop to the death, two-stepping in every zip code

Pull up in the lot without my [??]
Bitch we