Lyrics:
died
It’s been like eight years but I’m still in denial
Question religion and question existence
Apartheid taught my people resistance, ah
Black folks
I suppose
Foes have rose, which friends are real
The ones that wanna see you build and fulfil your dream
I need to build a team, but no one's on my
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
man
And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops
And shake your motherfuckin neck until your head flops
'cause I'm runnin with the beaoch
Higher
No limit success
Higher
Shake them with the viberation
Top notch vibranium
WAKANDA
Black man inside agbada
All your dead protocol
We put to order
but
Something don't feel right 'bout running after views
Been imbued with this gift to lift your chin when you're blue
But truth be told 9 times out
train.
The rich girl could not face her dream.
He's bitter coffee, she's sweet cream.
She pulls on her shirt, outside it rains.
And later in the rambling
the spot
See what the turf breeds, black sheep, bad seeds
I had steez, since the days of baggy jeans
Tall tees, oversized caps, that was me
Gradually, I
by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)
Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)
Now everybody come get with the lingo
Shake your body body,
know you can sell a fool a dream
Top notcha better watch ya space-age pimp the black buck rogers
[chorus]
I ain't a trick but I spend a little to make
the hardest sediment
Diamond if I'm callin it
Gotta dream big
Embarrassin these other emcees
Throw em in the brig
Cold like the fridge
So she shake it like
thought somethin' else
We can tumble if you want, but not by yourself
Ooh girl, shake your pokewalker, shake that spoink
On point with the rhythm straight
lane, it made a way for me
Dedication its gon' get me out of CPT
Just neglect my love, no attention from me
You disrespect my craft, we gon' tax by
up your salt
Shake you up in hurry
Then I'll murder all your bars
Brrrrrrrrraahh
Buried
Estro genius
Ballzy chick
Without the penis
The nicest but
bite my style, dawg
Mountain Gear, the leader of the time that's sturdy footwear apparel
Worn by your favorite superstars
Get down with the MG,
a long time
And we been on our grind and we tired of waiting
So I'm calling on every black man in the nation
Stand up it's your coronation
King shit, Negus
forest of memories
At eventide
Underneath a canopy of stars and sky
When moonlight is ransomed by the threat of the night
Keep your confidence loaded
The trembling of your hand, Shakes my body to its core
And to the stale plagued air
That killed the spring before
As he shifts his weight and he starts to move
for a higher dream
Or just where life sends ya
Who'd you think you are?
Tryna be a star
Come to North America
Really made it this far
Seen no Blacks
once did my talkin' with a gun
And, old man, I know what you've seen
But yours is not the only dream
I have to believe in something more
Than
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
me, mm
Lettin' time go to waste, nah
Sittin' 'round all day, uh
Never makin' shit shake, nah
Nah, it can't be me
Gotta get it how I got it (yeah)
it comes apart so little by little
You don't know your there till your stuck in the middle
I try not to care I would lose my mind
Running 'round
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