Lyrics:
some avaricious devils, media is they disguise
What the fuck is going on
All our leaders dead and gone
Tired of singing this song
Time that we care for
a CD of your favourite song
Put it on
Burn it up, up, up
Burn it up, up, up till he's gone
Crash a car and have a little more fun
Rob a bank we could
me, hitting this reefer
I know it's real, guess I slept with the Black Jesus
I've gone through life pretending
That time will change the ending
die smokin'
Go to the funeral, my homie's dead
He passed away got caught up in the
Wrong place, got blasted, hey
It's just anotha part of bein' black
It
hoes spittin wicked shit is ridiculous
Back off, jack off, ya'll ain't spooky
Bitin' my CD's like they delicious cookies
> From Sicily, France, back
don't leave
Bout time my sight creased
My eyes drop to the sleeve
Black room, still can't sleep
Run for the door, out of key
Locked in the same memory
I
clues in black in white
Need some magic to excite
I look at what's gone wrong
One bad move and I'm on my own
Take all that's left of me
Cause I just can't
with too much sugar
Ranks, I blew right through em
Blanks, I wouldn't write on
So can you leave the light on?
That's the only way the keys can lead
on the ropes nigga fuck the P.O.
I leave you dead with the bustas
Real niggas gone love us
We make crack with the killers and sell dope to the country
Been stabbed in the back but I’ll be okay
Yesterday’s dead and gone but we’ll seize today
Chase dreams not dollars
Money come and go like black fathers
Submerge the screaming black hole
The infinite distance awaits
Consumed by my will
Unguided through the maze
Lost forever in the stars around me
to pressing button and black keys
from 15 to 23 walking the streets
from OE to no weed I'm paranoid
They all tell me they love me, it's all null and void
I play
Thought freedom I was getting
I know that they love betting
And making us upset and then
Beat em till a heading read black man dead
They love the shit we
to suffer for my sin
Dead eyes keep on staring
Haunting me at night
Ferocious thoughts to make me suffer
Released by black magic rite
target audience
Cause it's obvious
I've gone astray
Losing my way like Timberlake
Produced by Timberland on that goddamn FutureSex/LoveSounds
What's
Baby you keep me drifting inside
Pull me in, no escape, so tight
Syncing feeling, still we intertwine
Pull me in, no escape, in sight
Black Girl
As I pray to the Lord surrounded by hoards
A silver key materializes that's the size of a sword
More questions than answers
But will I surrender? I think
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
Here's the reason that, I've been upset for a while
'Cause if you're black you get life, but if you're white you're on trial
Ain't nothing to it, just
Dead Nazi by the Side of the Road
Well, we'd just finished breakfast that morning and Phyllis
went out on the front porch to see if they'd brung
or trust, or, faith need to see to be safe I'm a pessimist
Why would you try us like you gone get by us cause all of my fighters is reckless
He thought he
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh
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