Lyrics:
Didn't I choose your name when I gave birth?
I bet you loathe the sweatings of your tell-tale heart
Inhabited by contradictory feelings
Corrosive black
Driven by the will to dominate
Entrusted with the powers of Satan himself
Compelled by the scorn for the treacherous race
The time has come to show
reveals from the thawing
The chilling of the cadence slowly weighing on my conscience
Ate away at by the flailing of the failings of my conscious
A dark
I'm going nutty at the party when I Bring my smith a Wesson
Drinking Malibu im checking out
And I'm Rocking black Air Forces so You better blow
lies
Through the preachers from the West
Black fumes shall fill this empire thriving against the odds
To pacify this land waiver your lasting scorn
of structure breedform taking mouths eat exact debt from the inhibition
Fusiform aneurysms, blessings by supreme inferiority
The next us part collapsed distance,
in my head
Dear loved ones on deathbeds
Yours and mine
Passing eyes all the while
Perched atop a crooked smile
Her lips said scorn
Her eyes black
Her
SHUTZSTAFFEL II
Lyrics and melody by Necrothorn
In the twilight's embrace, a shadow unfolds
Where devils in darkness merge with souls so cold
Behold
attest chances
Burning bruised and bandaged
Toting tools but famished
Black yakuza branded
By the fool we handed
Turning moods to millions
Turn on me I
Nuptials, And rape
Present day, Mulattoes, Still not okay
Separate, Check box of traits
Isolate, African DNA
To abuse and segregate
Like Cortez for golden
you in the sky, you will never land
Like Peter Pan, you gon' see the man
You gon' need 'em, yeah, huh
I got demons, yeah, blind, blind, dreads
Black
Black candles dance to an overture
But I am drawn past their flickering lure
To the breathing forest that surrounds the room
Where the vigilant
the layers of decay with vicious rancor and bitter scorn
To get at the cold, dead heart of the matter which we bring forth to
Mourn
Carnage canonized
We
It's DJ Clue
Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
I got the blue box and the feathers
Fuck the hatas and the hellas
Like you know it's on tonight
Cause
We was young we was chilling on the block
Yea we black so we getting bothered by these cops
Never protected us they like a gang them people oops
trucks
(Well, watch out man-a)
For, when we go a show, we say
We sit down in a box
We watch out di show star by Silver Fox
Him have di weak spot in a him
skillet
And I provide you a ticket to visit your creator
My little mini-mes can't eat a favor
My sweat and toil ain't for the love of labor
I live by
Black Rhythm, Black Soul, Black Music
Black Women, Black Children, Black Movements
Black Fisted, Black Business Black Power
Black Willed, Black Steel
grip inside. Every organ grinding
Every day seems easier until I step back in our box. Boxed in
Surrounded by life, while suffocating inside a poor
on being a lap dancer
Yeah, you’re not ready, you black Somalian
You’re not ready
Don’t even open your mouth blud
Before you say something stupid and
You get
tapes
I got a Panasonic with a set of fifteens
Black with the silver grill, shining, lookin' clean
Glove on my right hand, face on lean
I keep it by
Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live...live
Good night...good night
Knock 'em out the box Black
I just woke up in pain, my ribs broke up
Hot box hot hot hot air balloon
Flex too hard yeah I'm tough like a baboon
Drip too hard yeah walking like a cartoon (Toon)
Black And Yellow Pikachu
to be black
And some black people look ashamed when I rap
Like my great granddaddy didn't take a whip to the back
Not accepted by the black
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