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Simpson
Luca Brasi with your hand out, Doc Dre with my whereabouts
They waitin' for an album, me, I cannot take a fast route
Fuck what the hood like

What else can we do but roll up another one
And pour out another one

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm

To get to the root of my black thought

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

wrist right now
This ain't even on the album, it's a pitch; if it hit, cool
I been getting to the big bits right now
Like (Mmph!)
Young black boy
Trying

'cause they don't understand
You can tell by how I walk
Man my pockets filled with green, I don't ever gotta talk
Probably see me in your city, heard it

"Fly" Snuka
Tomahawk dunk on all of you five-footers, uh
Speaker knocker, this that 45 woofer
Slaughter guys, and this hit was ordered by the Butcher

rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
 I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up

wanted
Stuck in this hell and she's the only angel that can save me from it
And every time I close my eyes I can see her coming
Brown hair, black jeans,

yo Kay.. yo tell my man to get back in the studio man I've got to finish this part real quick...
It's going to be my last track in this album or not

yo Kay.. yo tell my man to get back in the studio man I've got to finish this part real quick...
It's going to be my last track in this album or not

tonight
I eat oxtails and collard greens (are you 'brack' (black)? )
Nah, I'm Taiwanese, bitch! Letme flip the script
Hit this switch Get this chick on my

red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want

black cars
And everyday I see the news
And the problems that we could solve
When a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send it straight to gold
I

Artist: Lolly thee illest
Album Title: black mary
Track Title: tears of girls on belverdere
Track No: 7

How they think we're okay
Still remains

looking I see temptation by Satan
It's quite amazing
But it's oh so draining
All these pictures that I painted
Like I was Picasso
It ain't black and white

Similar to Jay's BP, on Black Album
Safe to say that listeners vital, Can't live without em'
I jot the pointers down for the future, memorandum huh
They all

been rated
A man again, Second Album right here
Getting noticed by a lot of my fans
This where I Stand
Being back again like I never Left


Last verse I

inferior
Sorry I think you're scaring her
Lilac black snapback tails of pony
Click clack the fly trap and you've lost ya money
Funny death, true lies, living

and I ain't touching insulin
Getting gas every few days because I burn it quick
Every time I play the album use a lot of glycerin
Bitch I come back for

shout out to my ex wife
Rolled around the city with me flipping green white and black
Padillas to Ventana Ranch with stacks of money in her lap
Realest

a decision, it ain't a home
These are nothing but just walls with a ceiling
I see myself, in a mansion far from all of who's speaking, not by myself
But with

I'm glamorous
Blood is leaking through my bandages
Hands are burning like I'm Zazarus
You got me swinging like a pendulum
When I fly by, no one's

driving shiny big black cars
And every day I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Send

the feeling
With no plaques
Back when albums would challenge acts
Like its cinnamon
Now their stats just need filling in
I'll be the villain in
Industries I