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Jet with the Curren$y
Me and Black Grizze the murder team
Zello in here poppin' off on the opps
Now we gotta turn this to a murder scene
Mix a little

folks in the mix, the vibe is on a milly
Havin a good time sharing laughs, being silly
Surrounded by dope sounds, the mood is so right
It's like a little

on fire to yell out Mayday
Watch me maintain brainwaves prolifically
Spin and collide like beyblades ripped by little me
Divide the bill down the middle

When you broke and black that mix dont ever come with wins
I watched the ghetto take a toll and stretch my momma thin
My biggest dream was to buy a house

Intruder on the beat no that’s a shooter on his feet 
Mr. Shaun Fried no Lex Lugar on the beat
A super saranova Menacing like Black Cobra
We need

unaware of it
And the lack of awareness is unfortunately too real
I'm highly disturbed by my findings by the way
But here we are
Yo
Look I take dancehall,

and a couple of firsts, plus the only black guy that lived in Hackettstown, New Jersey just to mix things up. And that was just in the last few weeks.
Perhaps

ya
You present me fucking problems I'ma meet ya
Straight chillin' with my little florist
Get her floral prints
Mix pics and smoke
My stack the shortest

when met/
Little spoon, big spoon/
I just wanna cuddle, yet/
I gotta be the alpha/
Or whatever she stereotypes/
Thinks we all fuck day/
Cause blacks are

Smoking by the gram now we smoking by the ounce and the pound
My leaf roll black or dark brown
We smoke the best weed in the town

I got Runts and Gelato, I

just crazy that they love a little more when you die
I done been through the lot
Fell off with the friends had to figure what I'm not

Fam bam is all I

drinking that purple lean
Codeine mix that's a certainty
Got a yellow
Bone that's my little honeybee bumblebee
And I'm spitting that luigi
Oh no I mean

stock, that was weak sauce
The string you're hanging on could get your teeth flossed
This a classic like black leather Reeboks
Put a bounty on my head if

Livin' in America

Black 47

Fire of Freedom

1993

Livin' in America 
Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls 
And I mix cement by the ton 
With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout 
Sweatin'

to chrome gats
Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens
Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean
Regals with white walls, 20 inch with

of
Gods, which will their wisdom send
In the form of wounded dove.

This is book of my life
Written only by my hands.
Muse will be my loyal wife
The fame

teal 
She can play me right, but still let me deal 
No deal if we off the hook 
She a good girl right, so she by the book 
And thats a good look, I like

isn't natural 
But our chemistry is 
And our energy is 
And I'm very compelled 
By her Black beauty 
Like her conversation, she carries it well
Cause I'm

just my
Paranoia speaking for me
I look around don't see any
Black doctors or scholars
But I know who was murdered last night
I went to school with him

He won't say a word
He won't blink an eye
And he won't answer questions
He won't tell you why
Every time you leave that room
You're a little less

did not receive a Bar Mitzvah
Could you believe the little heathen feels deceived by what the deacon
Had been speaking 'bout the swastika? Disagreed

I'm just sitting back chilling Blowing on some good kush When this bad black jazzy Bitch I met from off the book Hit me up trying to see if I felt

The door knocker knocked
She looked up from her book of spells and verse
Which she enjoyed as infatuated pursuit of her secret and unsavoury

that from you
time is running tight
can't change from wrong to right
So i'll close my eyes and dream a little
Just like how we used to be baby
It's time