Lyrics:
vacation
Popped up for a pop up
Atlanta, they adopt us
Black bottles, & hypno-tuck
Get the conversation chopped up
Made memories, lessons taught us
Buried
popping; it don't mean they like yours
Feeling like Django, finally sitting on that white horse
You need Genius for the album, we decoding like morse
Black hair falls across his face
The kind that makes my little punk heart ache
He's so lost in all the guitar strings
That no one else here means
when I'm suddenly getting inspired it's like when I'm printing a fax comin' in
And album mode is like syncing the data by thinking of raps mumblin'
murderous intentions
I'm really from the trenches, so I always keep a weapon
Can't tell by how I'm dressed in all this black dawg I'm a villain
Only had
amused by the hues of my muse
If you ain't smiled in a while, good grief
You'll be showing more teeth at the glimpse of my motifs, yeah
Art shows for
Cody & Zack
Gun on my waist, how the fuck could I lack?
I see that nigga and I'm gonna black
Come duck a bullet if you wanna quack
Fuck a defense, I
biz
I talk a lot of mess for someone new to the business
Folks ain't heard me yet, they gonna witness
That the future is
Black excellence
If you wrote
M--Gary McCracken; L-- Pye DuBois)
Doug Riley: Piano and Synthesizer
Lyrics submitted by Billy Reed. Any other lyrics you see posted all over the net
a pack of germs, people swerve from the gamer
Suave player, I'm all black like the Raiders
You wonder how I did it, album anticipated
Well it's
ones
Crying tears of joy for a city, dried by the sun
This is dedicated to my trill and my real ones
Crying tears of joy for the city, dried by the sun
Oh, let's go
Ayo, this John Anthony baby
Celebrating 35 years of one of my favorite albums Radio by LL Cool J
So it's time to bring it back with this
another smash
I just hit em wit it a minute ago
On some exlusive promo to spin at the show
Twenty-five hundred heads waitin on Black Star
When J-Rocc
it
I'm not a member of Black Hippy, but I recognize higher power
You could eat pickles that's sour and sit in L.A. for hours
And you still wouldn't
you Black, it's all trap
I was tryna solve all the family shit
Same time gettin' robbed by my management
Same time arguing wit' shawty gettin' mad
demeanor from dad
Hereditary black holes, you sick of me, so my bad
Distractions, I try to fill voids with
Provided by passion, to block out the voices
the disease
I caught the disease for LPs
By 1994
I had completed all my Zeppelin and Floyd
(Zeppelin and Floyd)
I had all the early traffic but their
Later
start at 10 and it's sold out by 11
Rappers blow up, go and debut they whole album on Ellen
But not me I do it for the, do it for the streets
I do it
the deuce to the ten
Vinnie a carnivore y'all is arugula fem
Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then
I'm a gorilla from the Biblical zoo with the pen
Kool
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
sheets
Like black sheep I've got two words for those who slept
(nya, Nya nya nyoooo respect)
You thought it was safe, well guess what (what?)
Boys then
to your man
When you open what you open mouth covered by your other hand
Brother its the first time that you heard, second time that you played
to explode,
'Cause you're taking mad long with my ID
I'm in here weekly
You know my face by now,
Stop wasting my time, you know the deal, get me out of this
by the wolf packs
Black hoods, leathers with the wool hats
Draw blood, don't even pull gats, it's like that
[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay]
Aiyo, ya'll
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