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to the right-hand shoulder
Look through the rearview he got his hand on his holster
He had this look, "how this black nigga get this car? "
You know these cracker
a difference
I have no tolerance for black ignorance
I keep striving, driving 'cause I'm driven
By the course of Allah, the true and living
Cream
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
know he's on the case
And won't beat off til it's solved
I have an instinct bugs are listening
Let's move this thing to the roof
I installed a signal for
blame
But is the money worth it if he don't love you the same
Memories made by maids love starts to fade
At the point where dad can't even tell you his
have thought this man in black was soft
And had any yellow up his back
I gave that notion up the day a lumberjack came in
And it wasn't to pray
Yeah, he
The Black Gold
Black to gold black to gold black gold
Come and hit this black gold
Let it heal your soul
Feeling like 95 death row
And most of these women
The Black Gold
Black to gold black to gold black gold
Come and hit this black gold
Let it heal your soul
Feeling like 95 death row
And most of these women
a difference
I have no tolerance for black ignorance
I keep striving, driving 'cause I'm driven
By the course of Allah, the true and living
Cream
Sykes
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
(Band')
"The old days were the best",
conditions
Most Blacks with money have been beaten to submission
Yeezy with the big house, did it way different
Never listen to Hollywood producers
Don't
the lies that he!
We should condemn him to death
(No! There is other way)
By the Black Amber Blade!
We should not let him live
(He has to live with his sins)
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
Cleveland Ohio
And went to South Beach with his talents
Scream, "Fuck you" on the way out and wink with a smile
This whole game can eat a dick, I'm going
never saw me this way
He always told me donÃ?t let the devil have his due
And I know my father would turn over in his grave
To see me hog tied
I'm rhyming it
Several labels itching to sign with it
Let's check the women I'm bringing
In with these ill synonyms
Softly killing 'em
In other words
his pass is incomplete 'cause I can tell in the smell
To let the dutchy pass me by, let the left catch hell
If I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get
school grades
And sleepin' in class laid back with his black shades
Nowadays you catch Kenny hangin' in the hallways
With his crew findin' more ways
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
the presence of
The Queen of, just the Queen man
I wanna say R&B, I wanna say "Hi!"p hop
Her name is Ms Mary J blige mary!
Let me get all the way up beside you
has a chance to move
Catches him by the neck the end of the rope
Of which the PHANTOM has let go
Remains magically suspended in mid-air)
Order your
to die for
Y'all to do something
When Trayvon died man y'all ain't do nothing
Eye for an eye so let's kill that man
If you don't have an idea then it's
"Let’s have a toast to the jerk-offs
That’ll never take work off"
The young crowd went wild
With Oscar-winning film director and video
Artist Steve
at the game of tricknology
But I have knowledge of myself you're not foolin' me
You see, the answer to me is black unity
Unification, to help our bad
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