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[Kool Keith] Yeah! For the 2000 (2000) Black Elvis (Black Elvis) We get raw with this (hand me my guitar) Tour bus packed (tour
What is a, what is a, black life, a black life What is a, what is a, what is a black life worth What is a black life worth Does it really even matter
with If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours I heard the fagot-ass Don died, and he shit in his drawers On the streets, black; good like
Yeah Good Kid You see I sit and think about my childhood as I'm approaching 25 (yeah) Quarter century, mystery how I'm still alive (well) Nothing
whites killin' blacks (all you wanted to be, a soulja like me) Cops killin' blacks, and blacks killin' blacks (all you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja)
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z) [Freeway] Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga It's that real shit... [female singer, repeated throughout
And I was scared to let you go, even though you treated me bad But I don't want my kids to see me getting beat down By daddy smacking mommy all around You
getting jumped by 7 kids that were taught that black was the Enemy while my teacher stayed steady watching like a referee See these kid were any from 13
there is Now picture me, 11 years old getting jumped by 7 kids that were taught that black was the enemy While my teacher stayed steady, watching like
save a life Racism isn’t born it’s taught by different cultures Everyone can start to judge before they get to know ya I’m not black but the media
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
blunts by the carton I like the chill and the thrill of the darkness I can see the pen and pad if the blunt sparked kid Why do you think I crave all this
black to be elitist Too black to crack either Like a egg I been beaten So i'm coler than Keisha I'm dope up in your speaker So loud that I can reach up
tunes Arriving whether car, train or plane The black House of Pain, it's not a game It's war It's not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk When the kids
until the next time see ya Me and Kid hit the studio in East Orange, that 604 Central, owned by his parentals Ran into the homie Chad Piff, who was there
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote I ain't write this shit by the way nigga Some real shit right here nigga This will be the realest shit you
but we got all the data As a kid, I'll admit I had a wish to be black Without getting harassed or the cops killing my ass All that the media twists
Whoever walk straight through the flames is not afraid Never livin by sight, by my faith I'm not afraid Intelligent black full of rage I'm not afraid
a black Range Rover, been outside all day If it's trouble let me know, I'll be on my way Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggaz bleed
(Come on, man, Come on) Yeah this what it felt like When I grew up in New York Mike Cash, what up? I want my kids to grow up In a all black
Masterpeace: Black is makin' a move Black is makin' a move No more waiting on a savior For your dreams to come true Black is makin' a move Black is
to the black father look regardless we still here They try to disregard us but we thrivin loving our kids Let me say this again we still here let's make a toast,
Damn another black baby on that pavement My people built this country for free This the repayment Looking in the sky second guessing where that
Intro: If there's one role that defines me, It embodies who I am naturally, Not what I'm trynna be, Just a black man with virtue, Don't be
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