Lyrics:
giving us dope
Shit, it's hard to get by
I pray to God it's still hard to get by
Just wanna hold my son (my man)
But I can't leave my house until I
We tryna make a profit, see me on the black plug
Like sockets, paper in my pocket
Nigga better say, hello, I stay mellow
We step to your face and shoot
better my rhymes
Throw down in the kitchen, might need better then moms
Wake me up with some head, ain't no better alarm
Move in by myself, a force when
hey la hey la my boyfriends black
Brought to me by emancipation proclimation
Hey la hey la my boyfriends black
Yeah, he's as black as our president
more about moderation and modern day shit
Let's learn black love, take it back by the basis
We ain't even gotta fake shit
Beautiful black women, help
Epic rap battles of history!
Clint Eastwood! Vs Bruce Lee!
Begin!
I've got the baddest fists of fury that the world ever saw
Defeat whole karate
expertly crafted by Dayton, Ohio's own Clint Taylor
and
Leave this whole galaxy shook
I'm all of Buzz Aldrin
Crossed with Clint Eastwood
Around the Outer Worlds
I've found no boundaries
Just stores of resources
the treasure and
Shoutin' fuck the man, I was raised up by the motherland
Get my paper and my chains up on the other hand
Turn me to king contraband rulin'
back on your feet then you dissed us
“Go back where you came from!”
That’s the thanks we get
Man you better show some damn respect
The way you’ve
[Hook 1]
Run black man
Young black man
You don’t wanna go back fam
Known fact man
Betcha got a goal
No trap bands, goin Pac Man
Running from
better my rhymes
Throw down in the kitchen, might need better then moms
Wake me up with some head, ain't no better alarm
Move in by myself, a force when
thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that
pocahontas
And girls shake it but naked
While we throwing thousands
Fancy huh
Oh you black and fancy huh
Yeah I can tell
By the way you get
Your hair and nails
on soul train
The niggaz that's a problem is minimal margin
The Colonel, Captain, Lieutenant, General Sergeant
Black, one man army move in on your squadron
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch and the ho don't wan' fuck
Like a man I'ma beat my meat and get my fuckin' nut, fa'sho'
She gonna be drove
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch and the ho don't wan' fuck
Like a man I'ma beat my meat and get my fuckin' nut, fa'sho'
She gonna be drove
a riot
If I don't talk about it on my album, they won't buy it
Man, fuck that, listen up, quiet
They wanna see a black man fall down, uh
They wanna see
you’re the one that’s cold and dark like when you stand up in the shade
cause see my skin black so I absorb the sun (I do),
you did wrong by the father so
you’re the one that’s cold and dark like when you stand up in the shade
cause see my skin black so I absorb the sun (I do),
you did wrong by the father so
you’re the one that’s cold and dark like when you stand up in the shade
cause see my skin black so I absorb the sun (I do),
you did wrong by the father so
you’re the one that’s cold and dark like when you stand up in the shade
cause see my skin black so I absorb the sun (I do),
you did wrong by the father so
the creek, left for dead, touched on when they pass us by
Black girl, Black woman, Black mom,
Black wife, in your home, at the job
Black strife, I know you
It's a black, it's a black, it's a black
It's a black-man's world
All the pain and hardship for the boys and girls
Ohhh
Let yourself melanate
Let
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