Lyrics:
went to the sporting house locked it with a key
Said "All you whores don't you open your doors by nobody else but me"
Stagolee does any damn thing he
Name a nigga out of the D as solid as me
I unlocked a lot of dollars, nigga, knowledge is key
I did it all without a college degree
I went from
blood rushed to the base
Of his spine he heard his own
Heart pounding in his ears his hands
Massaged the back of her neck
As she sucked faster and
Faster
hand, aim right with my left arm
Pen to the pen
Now I'm right where I left off
Wear what I left on, own what I got
I'ma stay on one, plot 'til my plot
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
took his bitch
You already know Jay-Z been knowin' that he violated George Floyd
Black people ain't supportin' him (we ain't)
He was on Drink Champs
stop, don’t flop
Don’t Throw in the towel, your career ends tonight
Coz’ you won’t find a Bite now burn at your turn and strike fear in his sight
Y’all
want me to speak Treyvon
Keep surviving I'm reaching my
Hands up to the blacks
Hands up to the whites
Hands up to the Russians
Hands up to the Mexicans
benefits
Already surrounded by this mad city
The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon
Which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see past his own
soldiers at
Put your hands up and clap
Where my soldiers at
Were armed and dressed in black
We're coming and were on the attack
Hells gates can't hold us
in
The odds against me
I'm a fight with my own hands
These are the words I've been
Writing as a grown man
all my stuff and all you find
Is a pocket full of money, count seven G's
Now you wanna think I'm sellin' keys
Cause I'm a black man, but I run my
hands
Police, wild beasts, dogs on a leash
No peace to reach, that's why he's packin' his black piece
Terminator X yellin' with his hands
Damn
searching me
Then asking my identity
Hands up, throw me up against the wall
Didn't do a thing at all
I'm tellin' you one day these suckers gotta fall
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon, no
he'll be for the rest of his life
All they do is scream and shout
They gave me a job
Put me up
Put me on one
That's where he'll be for the rest of her
The Demons ring the Sabbath bells
Rejoice the witches chant
Preper the sacrifice - by fire
The blood runs black through heavens shell
Declare the witches
soldiers alike
Martin was a young father who at the threat
Of death dared to push forward on
Behalf of all humanity against
The global reign
Of America
energy from nothing
Manipulated into a force that was sent
Thru a blast with his own hands
That he would shoot
At the great beast
It was unforeseen
To say
all black like the omen
Kim said it, yup, BIG wrote it
So I'm feeling like a Greek God when I quote it
Lightyears ahead, but I was caught up in
apartheid
Stand against apartheid
Let me see your ID let me see your ID
Yeah
Politicians think they by shaking your hand
And then their hold your back
he fucked me out his drawers he dissed me"
All this is calculated, the Batman with a black hand
Mafia money, killas who rock tans(?)
Bone
of white nationalists with their
Own needs and wants that can easily be met
In the largest sense
By powerful corporations
But they also want all
Americans
fast as my hole's down. Green glass and most of all.
Been around the somber town, maybe in the wall.
Submitted by Egulphy
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