Lyrics:
great in her heyday
I'm sometimes trapped by the close confines
Of the age I'm born into
Though there were others worse than mine
Well, I miss what
coloured people by the score
Oooo.....
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world and all it's got
And keep it stirring for
I burn a mic like I'm yearning to earn stripes up
A surgeon working a knife with the words surged thru the mic of
The scenes servin the white
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
Rolls Royce
Screamin', "Let's get it" 'til you got no voice (ayy)
Shrink wrap the money, so it don't get moist (damn)
You best go and get it, I ain't
There'll be a great gathering in the sky when all of God's children get home
We'll join the happy millions as they sing there around the great white
for
Great white north, why you settling in for Drake's store
When your boy's right here, when they ask me who's the best, I just look up in the mirror
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
seated by my side
Hope this lasts forever and ever
Zooming on open fields (Faster, faster, faster)
Going at great speeds (Fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty)
cloth
My god more enlightened to lives lost penned as bygones by the victors of a quiet war
Little white lies ripple and define laws
No real fears
Living
breathin' helium
You're breathless, breaths I'm stealin' 'em
These rhyme schemes, I'm revealin' 'em
You won't believe what I achieve, the best of this
Now lies silent and almost sleeping
The brain must have gone away
Strapped securely to the white table
Ether caused the body to wither and writhe
pussy nigga!
I'm sorry you can never feel my life
Tryna have faith, but I never felt alright
It's hard to elevate when this country's ran by whites
(Good evening ladies and gentlemen welcome to the Grand Ole Opry
We got a great show lined up for you tonight here
Brought to you by Martha White
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, lead vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning
I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know
Girl you
I just don't get it, that's our only difference
The shots I seen don't come on Insta', come in five by sixes (FOREVEROLLING)
You been a bitch but
I noticed everyone lately
Has good intentions just bad ideas
I don't see what's wrong
Let's make America great again
See that's the problem
You see
We was runnin round late nights
We ain't scared to take lives
Niggas won't take mine
I been swimmin with the great whites
Posted in the dirty waters
pretty white ass to the bank
You lucky as fuck if I ask you on dates
I don't play cards, but I'm sippin' on spades
It's lean in a solo like, fuck what you
and the highest daily budget// We doing good with our legislative numbers. keep the cycle going by not replacing the incumbents// Small minded, self-concerned white
the only great white
Body look like a canvas skin is
Covered with tats and my
Chucks are always the classics look
Like I'm in the past turn the noise up
100
the wrong territory, shorty, get off my property
We all claiming Chiraq but divided by monopolies
Blacks and whites alike still abiding by and awkward dream
a different Howie Roseman, an under dog!
Doug Pederson, when Doug Pederson was hired
He was rated as the worst coaching hire
By a lot of freakin' analysts out
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