Lyrics:
the brother by my side at?
Yo, you really need to stop that
Get it right
It's not even like that
Try to get a job before we livin' outta box, black
Here,
we throw on that Marvin Gaye shit
Got two black burners, that'll melt your facelift
Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast
My clan bring heat
we throw on that Marvin Gaye shit
Got two black burners, that'll melt your facelift
Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast
My clan bring heat
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
[Lilscienz]
Yo, freestyles, reside to the e-ventually
You might see me, kick the spree
Get the tape in the Benzi box
Up in club spots
On a regular
Auntie Lola told me to just kill myself
(Shame)
I don't think so, witch, I'm blessed by the best
(Jesus)
No genuine love, only scorn and mean mugs
Flash was On The Beat Box Goin' That
Flash was On The Beat Box Goin' That
Flash was On The Beat Box Goin'
And and and and
Sha Na Na
Italian, Caucasion,
only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x4)
We can do it too
Funkanella, funkanella
[Killer Mike]
A knot to remove your crew of those
Everything went black!
Baby one, two, three
Tell 'em get the referee
'Cause he can, get the knockout
If the telephone rings
Its an emergency
'Cause he can,
for love, and now I do the same...
Ride on, ride on you scorn of the earth
Betrayed by the sacred, through parasite birth
Agony!
Is all you left behind
be Carol City
Used to sell dope just to feed the fam
Max box jumping with the kilograms
I feel your pain if you from Carol City
My last name should
A different type of sound
While you was stuck inside the box
I had already been around
Inner peace and happiness I'm
Always tryna' find it
And I kinda got
Mislaid plan make a mess made
Damnation, let's play hands and spades
That's without, a boycott and a sit-out
Afro-Black pick in with a fist out
I'm in the backseat, car on hot, this box
I've been smoking lately
Back on the high, when around my guys
But I know they don't elevate me
Paranoid
It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic
It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches
And his last name engraved in black
Right there
Everything went black!
Baby one, two, three
Tell 'em get the referee
Cause he can, get the knockout
Pass the telephone please
Its an emergency
'Cause he can,
Beat you black and blue like a savage brute that's moving through you
Column formation move out keep in back of the shooter
Stuff the magazine full
Intro:
Yeah positivity over comes negativity check it.
A gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat
So stop with the black on black (x2
They say, "Stay safe" but they still hit us
Fill the rivers
It's like the ghost of Emmett Till with us
We got black cards
Now they gotta deal with us
slowly got out of my seat
No eyes were on me as by now everyone was bored and wanted to go home
Wait scratch that two eyes were on me
The eyes of Mr.
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
kicking on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, though my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, my
for meaning
Checking for it box by box
The world's a warehouse, endless boxes
Lots of words to search em up
This song is made up of three pieces
won't you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy
Street poetry is how ya boy get paid
And I wear no Escalade, metallic, black or beige
Yo when I walk up
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