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position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown (recounted on the second Bal-Sagoth album
Crackers is out with Cactus Albums, blackness is in
African symbols and medallions represent Black Power
And we ain't know what it meant, me and my man
be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?"
This one or that one, the white one or the black one
Pick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one
KRS-One
Black Lives Matter
Mr officer why you stop me
Mr officer my hands are free
Mr officer please dont shoot me
Mr officer I can't breathe
Black Lives
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
or floatin' in the fuckin' sky
All black is my attire, lookin' like a umpire
Toss you in the trash like a bullshit album flop
Yeah yeah ye-yeah ye-yeah, yeah
da-da-da-da-da-da-da!
Audi R-8, laid back, Black on Black
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matchin' that.
Black mask, black Mag', brown bag;
Drop down now or nigga
Of where I'm at most of the time like
Kind of aloof and salty and
Also young and black
Last question there's a poem about you
Written in
1995 by your family
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
Grandfather's black metal band.
Well they started the tempo at 208
But by two numbers later
They could barely stand straight
And the bass player had trouble
albums, they got spouses
I dated strippers that trap loud inside they Challengers
To be black and talented, all I've ever been
Took a tour de France
Bugs back to back eyyo Bezzy back to back eyyo
Outfit black on black eyyoAlbum track by track eyyo
Everybody outside the hood tell a friend
Iseb ist
?
Last time I checked my
"black" don't come off
Homie, everything I say and do
Is black by default
And this might be confusing, a change-up
Just don't let
have
Therefore, I sound nothing like you
I get listens by doing just what I do
I feel entitled to go and get the title
I fuck with streams and yeah, I
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah
Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah
I used to want
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
Fast
I often think about the fight of the Black Man,
Told by the world he can't think like others can
Eat and drink where others can, shackled by his
[Operator]
Too Black Records
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, this is Jay
[Operator]
Hold on, Jay
[Too Black Records Representative]
Hey Jay, long
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