Lyrics:
got black in his eyes
Convinced by mere mind tourtuing
He'd get a piece of the pie without much scrambling
So he resorts to ways and manners
hell
A dirty black cloud supported by dearth
Of those perfect things I crave since i'm buried
Wolves tracking down the fear in my
We are defined by our torment
Can the knee yet be more bent?
Our hearts left with scorn and more pain than words can describe
I refuse to take
it's bout time that I raised the barbell
I box with the beat like my name was Rahzel
Bout time that I raised the barbell
I box with the beat like my name
and wallet's intact
I'll probably be in a box lying down
Loosely suited in black
If I ever pay you back
If my money and wallet's intact
I'll probably be
shots I don't box I'll hit ya kidneys
Block is hot got my glock wear all black when I'm in my city
a couple shots, Sippin' straight to the walls
They try to box me in, Fuck the box
They try to box me in, Fuck the box
Watch me count my stack load
Watch my
and black box, am I a mime
I took things for granted too many times
Getting killed in my dreams
By the ones closest to me
No real pain but it was hurtful
I'm looking forward to cancer, man, I want that throat cancer
That's the best kind, you know why?
You get that throat cancer, you get that voice box
Strap by my side Act and i ride
Blacking out why We black with no pride No lacking we blasting In action
They gassing and laughing now clapping
I flex
me
niggas thinking I'm crazy but niggas aint got no answers
I'm black revolutionary killing niggas like cancer
king 8 one ocho peso bands by
I'ma watch my every step
Riding solo cause I know I can do bad all by myself
Lately, I've been paper chasin', it's good for my health
I will go work all
come round
She wan touch
Put her for box
Say she wanna run
she come round
She wan touch
Put her for box
Say she wanna run
Yeah she come round
She wan
Scorch me in the morning with your kisses
Burn my eyes dry by noon
Deliver me in ashes
To the night
Tuck me in
To the big black box
Shut me in
The street lamps, cars, chain-links, and concrete
A window then grows, captures the eye
And cries out yellow light as it passes it by
A small black figure
and concrete
A window then grows and captures the eye
It cries out yellow light as it passes it by
A small black figure sits in front of a box
Inside a box
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
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
lived under the system, you now know as Jim crow
Where oppressive Black Codes and state laws created by those brutes
Trapped us in the burning hell
them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well his concerns he forgets them
them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well his concerns he forgets them
Blood on the shores transformed to Crimson Tide
I built with Crazy Horse, made a black sun spack
The smoke shack was beat on by drum back stack
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
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