Lyrics:
Breaking bread with my gang, if they want the loaf then I like the crumbs
They gon' need this shit on DVD, BRB
Heard that bitches outside wanna see my teeth,
Last rites and burned alive
Asa the witch
She has returned
After 200 years
Katia the princess had
A deep rotting fear
Being buried alive
I couldn't
the collar it's a lion buried deep inside me
Black men are more than G's
Our women are more than a fat ass with a degree
Aint a rapper from Dallas that can
black bed.
Burmese fashion.
Waiting...
The darkness licks the moon
Your show has ended and my body instinctively waits
to be satisfied before giving in
like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop
Count
While civil rights workers were beaten, they just stood by
3 civil rights workers, 2 black and 1 white
Arrested in Philadelphia, Mississippi one night
plagues pullulate
Anoint your lips with hate
Buried far beyond the ground
Winter sky shall be my shroud
In your arms I will find my grave
I will enter
like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop
Count
of life
Grinded right down to the Rhine
Taken by the tide
Gravity calls and I abide
Ceaseless time
Upon a gear I am crucified
In the hourglass buried alive
Demons doin overtime no more 9-5s
In my anxiety I'm buried alive
No way I can do this the rest of my life
Trynna get away form it house in
Erotic sensations tingle my spine
A dead body lying next to mine
Smooth blue black lips
I start salivating as we kiss
Mine forever this sweet death
I
out sex by the letter
It told me goth girls really come alive at night
I'm Bela Lugosi baby, I'm your Vincent Price
Well, If I bite u once, girl, I've
like daughter
Everything unplagued by her madame mother
The present mocks us, good Black people
With keen memories set fire to the bastards
Who ask us in
flesh.
Our talks are pure, nothing but about the Good Shepherd.
But Honey got a walk more badder than a black leopard.
My old masters' back, trying
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
Looking in my eyes
Thanking God we alive
Getting blazed while we ride
We be sitting high bad bitch inside
Turnin' heads when we glide
Pretty lips pretty
place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, time is quite near
Hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess
city so much
I figured, what the fuck, the best place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, time is quite near
Hope we don't get
recorded by Siri
Shouldn't have to set a shortcut for that
But we do cause we got caught driving while black
Guilty by design sign of the times
Remove your
party by myself, dressed in all black
I'll just party by myself
I lost track of time, buried alive in my mind
My heart is solid gold, I got diamond
a coffin
My lyrics hitting harder than a black band marching
And it goes on and on like Ms Badu
I hope one day music shit is certified by you
Just put your
at the top
But I can't really cry
Bull with red curtain
Noose getting tied
Buried in black
The Saint is Laurent
Fuck twelve
They just sat back and watched
man is gonna be blessed by me
To hear me spitting rhymes that defy societies lies
Look, young black boy, you can fly and still have feelings
Young black
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