Lyrics:
Took our African Religions in plain sight man
By the 1500's Jesus Christ became a white man?!
And when it suits his goal, have you on the frontline
of suit's show
For the dough bro
And some white folk playing polo
Economy up and down, yo yo
Still make the peak
Couple of cash gigs stretch like elastic
PJ there won't be a delay
I buss the white gold Presi' and got the same one in plain, prick
Got a plain rose Presi' and got the same one with rain in
While you sacrifice your health
I’m just trying to be myself
By working on my health
Knowing my health is wealth
When I’m done your reflection
Will be
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
at the mall, bitch
I'm the type to wear pajamas to the classroom
You the type, raise your hand for the bathroom
How you 14 with face tattoos
I bet you go home in
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
am is simply a black revolutionary
I write rhymes on plain stationary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary
Uncle Tom house
Before you cross look both ways
Envy hide your face
Don't bring me back to old ways
When I had the white like OJ
Please don't get in my way please please
You plain little mess
You ain't studied for shit
You ain't taking the test
Come in the game and I'll play with the best
We'll come to your show
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
of all I don't like ya
I dont know ya, run and get ya gun if you want I'm gon show ya
You one of them niggas try earning your stripe
Lil daddy I'm one
at ease
Been with you when the sun was up
We drinking liquor in my cup
With you I don't take the short cut
Show you things I can't make up
Your face I see
hype but
smell like doo-doo cause they can't even wipe butt
Stuck-up and quite conceited
Your one hit song, all year long, at shows
everybody knows it
young boy playing Boyz-n-tha-hood
Young boy really living too good
Young boy got saved by grace
Young boy doesn't know his own face
He was lost in
many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have
you found?
Like Masta Ace
Tell me the world's a faster place
High school students will slash your face
In these white neighborhoods, I'm talkin'
eight 'plain Janes'
Know you're mad nigga
I just spent a cool half a ticket on my jewelry
Clear white diamonds make your eyesight blurry
Excuse me I
fuck it
I rather be behind guns than in front of bullets
Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it
So he's drinkin 40's pullin ? ? ?
or the white
I don't give a fuck, praise God, I could see the light
Everybody talkin' 'bout race this, race that
Wish I could erase that, face facts
don't call me for nothing with your broke ass
Tell my niggas it's show time, tell my bitches it's show time
Sipping lean, I'm on a slow time, choking
hoes tryna fuck on Three I hopped out drip plain jane bezel
Yo bitch ride that shit she drive that shit by herself I nicknamed her Tesla
I make music for
fuck it
I rather be behind guns than in front of bullets
Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it
So he's drinkin 40's pullin ????
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
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