Lyrics:
true or false, you shouldn't have got involved
Remember, we walk past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh
We wrote punishments, I will not talk in
understand is understood well that's good
On equal planes we can bring forth gain
Rise the dead, from the graves of slaves
Fly the head, of the men in
Very much a work in progress!
Tyler, The Creator is he
Extremely ridiculous? Yes is
He extremely talented? Definitely we
Are about to
Embark
sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink
So you ride yourselves over the fields
And you make all your animal deals
And your wise men don't know how
coasting
In and out of range, to maintain
I switch up the timing
Keep surprising, line by line
A continuous jabbing unto you, into your pressure spot
I
understand is understood well that's good
On equal planes we can bring forth gain
Rise the dead, from the graves of slaves
Fly the head, of the men in
the Master, have to blast you
Chokin' the track like please
Excuse the asthma
Please excuse my French, fuck the Spanish
Talking ghetto language the hood
Can
Everybody claim they used to rap
But these ain't even punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks
Leaving instrumentals blue and black
I'm in Marty McFly mode,
on the page
I breathe bars, like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the stage, a pedophile
Unless I dig in the crates, and fuck with
black loaded a 357
Stepped out of the room dressed in shoot of the load
And said they all lay me down and hit me with this tune
When they see my smith n
a million kids
Headed in states gettin it in
Lethal murder injection
In the young black produce section
What it all mean?
From mickey ds to fratista freeze
because they prefer Bones to meat
But because no one will readily offer them
In life, it is survival first
Even the colours of the chameleon are not just
easy
Listen, through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
And we turnin' bad boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggas in
Thinkin' in this rental blastin' instrumentals
How we first met was all on my mental
It was at Great Adventure, the 'Batman Ride'
Thought I was deaded
shit
In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands
Still toast cinnamon
Been gangster way before he dropped many men
Liquor in my system, voice raspy who I sound
easy
Listen, through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
And we turnin' bad boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggas in
Secretly trafficking
I'mma diamond found in the rough
Touch by an African
My mom tall, my dad too
I'm not as black as him
But imma my daddy son
He said
Secretly trafficking
I'mma diamond found in the rough
Touch by an African
My mom tall, my dad too
I'm not as black as him
But imma my daddy son
He said
Artist: Will Smith f/ Tra-Knox
Will:
Ugh, Ugh, I'm comin' (echoes)...
...Watch ya back, I'm comin...
[Man (singing):]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
because they prefer Bones to meat
But because no one will readily offer them
In life, it is survival first
Even the colours of the chameleon are not just
cold though
Brown mistaken for Black by White
I'm just brown, that's black & white
Combined
Racist, nah I just see colours in this bitch
I outpace
That's the cornerstone of everything
Racism based in
The African had a more advanced civilization
Black was slave, master was white
Rationalization fifty
talkin' that shit, I'm puttin' these funky niggas on the house
Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt
Yo Crunchy Black, the demon's child has
Riley Smith, made murder, one hundred and fifth
Now get this, how can I ease the pain?
And if you got the hook up, put your boy, feet in the game (Uhh!)
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