Lyrics:
[Prince Poetry]
The sun reflects off of the waves at sea
Rain support roots that implants the tree
There's a breeze - in the park, kites fly high
come up, sun down to sun up
I’m always gon be one up (Yea yea yea)
I won’t let them take my life no I swear
Don’t play by the rules in life it’s not fair
and Queens but yet they still won't crown
Sun Born Allah has a goal no doubt if you're black
and you're proud you better live that out
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
coming here for ratings
Just another out the blue with it nigga
Trying to guarentee his savings
I won't settle down for basic
Black Sinatra in the making
you none
When it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by association
Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice
But they, they pulled you in
And now that they're gone
We're only trying to work out what went wrong
You live by night
Live by night
But you're
Kings in a Cypher ]
Tip of the tip, top of the top, clock goes the glock
Calculated by the sun ? connectin to the Blackwatch
Zulu, the lights are out
When I look around, I always learn something, and that is, to be always yourself
And to express yourself, to have faith in yourself
Do not go out
Still cuttin' it live, uh
I been 88 bars so far, I brought stamina raw
I jam miraculous like cats way out in Fatima saw
I'm down by law so keep
toe to toe
Told him old man don’t you know?
Half us little bastards learned to
Plaster in a broken home
Tree forts gets surrounded by more boundaries
suggest you pout
I'ma send this nigga out, get blessed by the God
Don't get clapped on
Just a young black man with a backbone
In the back come home,
county biggins boys laid em down
Nigga want some static nigga we can have a shoot out
Catch me laying in the attic of the bitch you call yo boo house
It
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
I'm so glad you have a wife- In this wolf eat samurai world
You better grab your swords and saw your nads off
You'll get chopped off by the needle
Matter... Black Lives Dead
World united, and reconciled? Blood-shed
Sun rising, day by day, earth's reeling
Rotating on its axis; void of feeling
No love in
it’s so ugly
It makes me think of warmth and summer
I’m so
It makes me think of clean sheets
Allured by it because of it, like
I can’t take my eyes away
of a memory
The night beneath the moon, by embers of dying flames
Would forever change the course of their lives
Waking to the dawn as something more
In
destroy everything
Looking for protection
So they made the sun king
Destruction by sun beams
But that doesn't affect blacks
They're killing theirselves with
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
Private residence
Living the life I was meant to live
Make it out the hood eventually
That's just how it goes
That's just how it is
My shooters keeping them
flawless
Had to live my life ugly in order to die Gorgeous
Mesmerized by expensive taste even if you can't afford it
So if ya gotta die Die gorgeous
This is
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
flow with the fluidness of liquid
Still adversity tries to bring out the worst in me
As we first to die live amongst the worst conceit
Some would do
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