Lyrics:
Black against white
Yellow versus red
The fighting won't stop
Until we're all dead
Burning riots destroy the masses
Nightfall brings death,city
Waves of anger fill my sea
Drifting into apogee Incentives
drive ideology
While we spill our blood for hypocrisy
All I see is broken keys Gates
Making ground or so it seems heard the black taxi has left without me
call option x, nah I'll sit here and listen to a tape by FEAR
Lie about things create
tears
It fills the air ! - It fills the air !
An atmosphere that hath no key.
I'm disguised by the kindle of nite and I can fill your liquid, glass heart
beams
Stash keys, and tease, lickin' back so y'all can
My click of criminals, flippin' confortable
My pockets full of benjamins, fool surrending
When
Black swan's got fleas
I've got a nasty case of give-a-fuck fatigue
(Even when you order drive-thru
You've got a bad case)
Of give-a-fuck-fatigue
Deep
shit
Known to be the alcoholic funk, best believe it
The Rolex, low key, gotta see it
Took it from a nigga, barely had the finger on the trigger
Comptown
the memory vendor takes its toll
at all the spots you used to go
now haunted by another's watch and key
is the dresser where her photo used to be
You were a flash of light across a sky of total dark.
You saw their shocked and gaping jaws then it all returned to black.
There was a brief surge
drifting father away
On the run with nowhere to ride
The black angel still clings to my side
You know he's faster than
Any man
And the world drifting
Super gravy, dude, I'm ready for every state in my zone player
Haters atorn, you're rapping grave on my bones,
Y'all can fade to black, came at me
I found the keys in the basket by the front door
That ain't a hiding spot pops, that's a bad choice
What you think, I would've walked right passed
turn it up
Designated driver, take the keys to my truck
Hit the floor cause I'm faded
Honeys in the street say, Monty, yea you made it!
It feels so
honey come on in" - female singer
That they baby girls know, we ain't forget about you word up
She understand my hustle, and the black man family
Don't you wanna enhance your intelligence
Don't you wanna stand up for your own
Don't you wanna see with your own two eyes
Only you can lift you up, by
Lit up like a Christmas tree, the oil refinery glows in the night;
and down by the shoreline the seagulls fly white, against the black.
The great
groovy'en
Doper then a key of that pure Peruvian
Uncut, dope as x-rated
Some hate it 'cause they cant relate
But I'm takin' out every time
'Cause
romantic
Before they fucked us I got a hand trick
With the Glock for these busters
Four hundred years ago fool where is my dough?
The year is 94 black
gun
500 000 is not half of one
Caught the keys akisane for 63 hundred on sale I ordere for Bronx niggas
If you want it I'll head up with
the deal
There go them niggas who tried to fandangle let's untangle this
Sicc Set, loccest out, Black 'N' Dangerous
They never knew about my crew and how we
keepin' my shit real tight
Fuck it, no doubt, for fuckin' around, witches stick a Dolomite
I'm quick for jackin' yo cheese outta yo keys, and spendin' yo
[Verse 1: Lord Tariq]
What, Yo-yo-yo-yo
I'm broken down from keys to oz's to grams
And being sold in city blocks moving hand to hand
Who am I?
When girls dressed in black they all look so lonely
And contraceptives don't get used by the horny
You can't find the key to the door in your
today
The girl's stepfather is the key suspect in the case
Details are still sketchy at this time
Now back to the Kid Capri radio show
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