Lyrics:
don't keep me waiting up
I think you know my juice is bubbling up
Baby something happens
Every time you're with me
High key your delivery is
Chemically
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
Tyrant tyke
Imma take the whole game out
Smk my name
Gone be worldwide
Man, this album
Gonna make your boy blow up
Escalating I am never gonna slow
like skateboard P what sad song?
But what we had, we let drag on
Need an clean slate, Yu-Gi-oh that's black hole
Ok it was Dark Hole
We're an sell by
a beautiful country
Very special country
A very diverse Country
And by the way
This government has fought for every person who lives in it
Black, white,
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
Whoopi nephew
Help our Black King collect the coins
He needs to afford to get the Queen
On da remix
Do yo thang baby I'm so proud of you
Maximillian got
heads while channeling Black Sabbath
London after midnight
As fog rolls in from the moors
To the north everybody locking up they doors
Intercourse for
Some niggas call shots, some call the feds
They say the ones close'll push you when you're on the edge
Grew up on a pissy mattress, never had
that's why I had the blacks do a nine on me
And one day, she'll be on the grind like me
Doin' music, spittin' on the hype like me
Eskigirl sprayin'
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
[01:05.239]Cause I gotta stay low key, low key
[01:11.906]Ed Hart tee, bangs dyed hair, straight black
[01:15.401]I drive the side streets to advoid getting side
give it up, watch her
Black girls, wanna give it up (Yeah) wanna give it up (Yeah)
White girls, wanna give it up (Yeah) wanna give it up (Yeah)
Spanish
beat up the pussy just like I fight it
Go black on the pussy just like a night shift
Igibberish
Man cut it cut it cut it bro
How long is this shit bro?
[Ms. Melodie]
Extra extra read all about it!
KRS One's rhymes have been doubted
Suckers stepped up and got MURDERED!!
[KRS One]
a few toys like a happy meal
All black AMG
Wood grain on the dash by the steering wheel
Tinted windows can't see
Run it up let's get the cheese
Im him
I was knee high to a butterfly
All l knew was to get money and to try to make it multiply, uh
Switch up my flow every album like I switch up my hoes
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
not to chill with niggas
Now I'm backseat, I'm like Malcolm on the black street
With the album, I'm an athlete
The way I be makin' the track meet
your place
Leave your efforts to a minimal
Don't make me become a criminal
You ain't the one to
Do nothing to me, you fucked up to me
Drunk and retarded,
lights
I'm a wolf, black version of Twilight
These rap nigger's too thick, they make a plight
This is a rap sticker, I heard your album
But like
of yo own race
Blacks never been scared to stand up and look evil right In the face
Even white folks protesting standing up for the black race and
When we
a lot its royalty
Seeing me is owing me
Having this joy in me
Can't toy with me
I'm a Black Oiler b
BLACK
We all royalty
Don't be blinded by the color
the effects
I mix cd's and treat 'em like album shit
Our albums
We treat 'em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses
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