Lyrics:
Meshach, Black
Thought the nappy cat, a bookworm, shoe styles like sperm
Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm burn
The herb sticks like wicks,
Meshach, Black
Thought the nappy cat a bookworm shoe styles like sperm
Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm burn
The herb sticks like wicks,
Yeah burn it up !
Thursday arvo I’m outside
Two vines in my bag yeah im about drunk
Walk-in the rain like im Teflon
Say hellow when i walk pass by
for the night
Far, got love but feel nothing
Better love you for the night, baby, uh
Burning upside, burn
I can't feel the lover
I don't need
Fuckin' round now
But I'm waitin' for the weekend
2 shots down
Till I fall in the deep end
Black shades up
So the world never seep in
Days gone by
trust trust trust trust
Finding poetry in grime
Two black holes for eyes
Finding love
Where the milk of human kindness runs dry
Finding love
Where
Verse 1:
It’s like I’m caught in a line of fire
With third degree burns like Richard Pryor
Evil thought lurks like Michael Myers
Feels like I’m
record that
So I just be shopping alone
And I’m dressed in all black
Like I’m Kodak
And I dont do Kappn on Songs cuz none my bitches go for that
But when I
Walking In The Rain (Feat. Sandy)
[Intro]
If you could go back in time
Would you change your destiny
Or would you just
Let it pass you by
Would
Walking In The Rain (Feat. Sandy)
[Intro]
If you could go back in time
Would you change your destiny
Or would you just
Let it pass you by
Would
ain't nothing wrong wit a big, strong girl
If you can cook your ass off, I'll give you the world
You can be skinny or fat, white or black
Nigga pussy
ain't nothing wrong wit a big, strong girl
If you can cook your ass off, I'll give you the world
You can be skinny or fat, white or black
Nigga pussy
Clip niggas it's not a game, Star Trak
It's like that, what, check it yo, yo, yo
It's the final curtain
We black masks and black turbans
Lightin' up
Clip niggas it's not a game, Star Trak
It's like that, what, check it yo, yo, yo
It's the final curtain
We black masks and black turbans
Lightin' up
'cause they riches ain't like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six
your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(For real baby)
And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
I
your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(For real baby)
And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
I
Black as Martin get beat in the streets
Black as murder by the hands of police
That's why I'm black in the streets
And I'll be happy when I'm black
beat in the streets
Black as murder by the hands of police
That’s why I’m black in the streets
And I’ll be happy when I’m black and I’m free
Until then
Just Do It, (just do it), just do it
(Live long, stay strong, just do it)
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
I get attacked by a wack marine rap machine
Or some
Just Do It, (just do it), just do it
(Live long, stay strong, just do it)
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
I get attacked by a wack marine rap machine
Or some
I got
Two blunts, one rotation
I don't know if I could take it
But I'ma let it all burn
I been seeking salvation
Two 10s and they both naked
I
Got two bad tings and they simultaneous
Welcome to the life of a rich and famous kid
Thought I had feelings, she was incorrect
I paid my dues
and live strong
Give your all 'cause a man gon' be a man
And do what he gotta do
Baby, this is rolling papers two
(This is rolling papers two)
(This is
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