Lyrics:
But thankfully that all got stopped by the time I was born
But I still felt the scorn of being half white in an all white norm
If you're unfamiliar
The hallows predicted our sentencing to hell
A mass of fowl rise up and block out the sun
The great eclipse signaled the onset of our retribution
One by one
my shit. We're gonna hit everything. We don't kill you
We stay by myself. I don't know I keep the bitch. I cuz she won't give it talk put any work
mum but that didn't work
Counted to 10 but that didn't work
Blud, man ah putting in work
Switch them plates, man ah going on a ride
Black bally on and I
With a black leather top, got it made
If we go out on dates
We go in a box on roller skates, well
What about us
What about us
Don't want to cause
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
breathing
And she's listening
Kill the serpent
Divide, disperse and grow
Into an oak
A silver lining on a black scale
Wicked hunter on three hooves he still
Found again, still unbroken in the arms of a friend
Red clay, black past, naïveté and reckless past
I'll make it easy for you
You thought you knew me
heart
The air in my lungs when I needed a spark
Now I walk on - And the rain is falling down from the sun
And here I go - My feet in the sky by a black
all the chicks that are calling me a rooster
Protesting out on the street
Say the chant and stomp the beat
Black Lives Matter, no mandates
Box us in,
In the absence of oxygen
Baby crack a window don't you box me in
In the absence of oxygen
Baby lock the window won't you box me in
All black
Same
public schools
Kids don't make it out the hood
We just in a box
It was either box
Carry box cutters
Or we beat box
So its CL and Pete Rock
Back in the days
to pay me
Don't fuck with the crowd cause these niggas is shady
That shit in yo hand is a X-box controller the way that you shaking
I make it BOOM like my
Press box at all the games, sittin' next to the Pegulas (talk your shit, king)
Came up with them brick sellers, and them hundred pound movers (ah)
I
It's always darkest before it goes
Completely black
I'm older now so I should know
You never can look back
But the scars of childhood memories
with him, and I took down from the shelf
The swell black box with the silver plate he'd picked out for hisself;
And I packed it full of grub
it hold you back, be the barrier to your own success, be the box to your own demise, be the chain to your own mental oppression.
(Black women are
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
[Chorus]
What are the true keys to being a ninja?
Dressed in all black, perfect vision,
And that movement is in silence, ah
What are the true
passes it by
A small black figure sits in front of a box
Inside a box a rock with the needles on top
Nothing stops in the slanted the chain
The brains
Once upon a time there lived an old miser man
By the name of Silas Stingy
He carried all his money in a little black box
Which was heavy
""There's no path to follow There's no path to follow There's a line in the sand Put there by a man By a man whose children who built the castles
creature laughed out its scorn to the dawn
The sun wasn't able to send down its light, swallowed by thoughts in my mind
Dark was my conscience, I was
a score
Spewing forth the lies
Silence your scorn,silence your cries
It never ends,the greed for power
Conquering lands,declaring all die
Until
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