Lyrics:
just really wanna pack heat Run my mouth like it's a track meet
Find me chilling in the trap We a bunch of black sheep
Look I've been desperate with
a dream
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nas]
Yeah, our history, black history, no president ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets, had to flip some keys so a nigga
History, black history
No president ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets try to flip some keys
So a nigga wont go broke
Then they put us in jail
sacrifice that pagan
‘Cause it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by the key
Do you want it by the pound?
Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by
under their direction
Stabbed by my loyalty
To remain under their discretion
Why'd you stop
Stop what, dog
Living
I was desperate to fit in
Knowing I
IN A FARAWAY TIME, IN THE DAWNING OF MAN
THEY WERE BOUND BY THE LAWS OF THE LAND
A FLASH IN THE SKY, A ROAR IN THE GROUND
HAD EFFECTS THAT THEY COULD
you! All lives can’t matter till black do
Hey queen, hey king
I see you! All lives can’t matter till black do
High key invaded our psyche but you know
debut
Professor X (Vanglorious)
"Exists in a state of red, black, and green, wWith a key, sissies"
Now with this bein' the new trend, we don't fit in
white
I was Black by reflection
My mirror held my hand each day
It Walk me through Mascal square
kissed me on both cheeks to say hello
Ran with me through
And shed so many tears
Why would a guy kill for cash?
But when a nigga's desperate make
Way for the pump blast
On the news prime time
Because it's black
why (yeah)
You've been fuckin' with me since I was a small fry (true)
And your ex-man (yeah), that's my lil' guy (yeah)
I know some niggas that'll
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
of progeny
None shall be spared by the wrath of the Black fed by furious envy
Lies cannot spill from the mouths of the dead for this time of dread is
But
Well I'm sure it's complicated
And I'm sure your story goes way back
But you're looking desperate lately
And now, is not the time, to look like
Sometimes at night
The black sky shines so bright
Bring more light then the sunniest days
Don't you feel that spirit?
Dont you feel that spirit?
What happened to that other rapper y'all used to fuck with?
Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, Whatever
That motherfucker
rule black man
Ma whole world flipped so did I
Had to do more more by far
I hated the bus I wanted a car
The German autobahn requested a fast car
Wroom
the land of sin
i close my eyes and i count to ten thousand
shit is still fucked up down at public housing
turn in the tv just to see my man on the news
no
This the sound track to my life
By myself meditatin keep my mind right
Family man wit the plan so my grind tight
Low key stay humble living out my
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
shit
Talkin' cash money shit
A hunnid Ps, ten keys
Talkin' cash money bricks
What you doing around Spice Lane man?
They'll put you in a goddamn
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