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beats
Because it's the truth, it's the proof
That some of history is lying to you
So now let's make an honest person out of you

Let's start with Xanax

Singing in the choir
To the devils down in Texas
You stole our life ... and stole our pride

Leaving California got the east coast on my mind
Through

no more
Break out your shackles and chains
You're a saint not a whore
My soul's damned anyway, what are you praying for
Come join my religion, cuz

Real
Don't Care Bout How You Feel
Yo mama found them deals
Black Friday Copped Them Steals
Santa Ain't Real
Don't Care bout How You Feel
Go Up

cheat, make a man sleep in a rainy backstreet
Turn a saint to a nymphomaniac freak
you act out, switch your actions
Black out, forget what happened
pass

at that, look at that, Makin em Mad

*View! (Car drives by)*

Jacc Spade: View, let me tell you bro. Man these is gonna be the anthems for the summer bro.

from supplier
Take from the higher, who you admire
Blacking out in that all black attire
A black messiah come back and that window down now
The prince

from eighteen wheels
Ours comes in tan sedans

Follow the streetlight
To a suit and tie called Lucky
Is seen behind his stare
Sometimes his smile's there

names from Ness
MC's are crawlin' out every hole in the slum
You be aight like blood money in a pimp's cum

I made it like that, I bought it like

Making a Murderer

Black Thought

Streams of Thought, Vol. 1

2018

they can send me a few of yours
And by a few I mean way more than two
You can times that by twenty and tell 'em to come through
And watch them get

come in your spot
You might get shot
Leave you out on that block
Outlined in chalk
They gon put them on Fox
They gon let them boys walk
Nobody gets

I’m hurting I can’t figure it,
Jesus left me like the rest of them, is the way I come to picture it look, 

If you love me, than how’d my pops get by

I’m hurting I can’t figure it,
Jesus left me like the rest of them, is the way I come to picture it look, 

If you love me, than how’d my pops get by

and tributes
Of a country nigga
Multiple personalities, I'm a bunch of niggas
So far out they reach
They say I'm out of touch from niggas
Too much temptation, I

to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts

Lily took her dress off and buried it away
"Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him
"Well, I guess you must have

Outta town

Aye run out town my niga
Don't play by the gang we armed my Niga

Humble yourself young niga you Know that we letting off round my Niga
Its

and jealous 
You lost like and jealous
But you can find me in a white tan Ellis
Just like Van Halen, I'm a rock out bitch
I'm a wear that Glock like

Black Still

Scarface

Deeply Rooted: The Lost Files

2017

cut
I pack steel in the hour of the chaos
If Black lives still don't matter to you, stay out

Doowutchyalike [Radio Mix]

Digital Underground

Tommy Boy Greatest Hits [2003]

1990

just grab 'I'm in the biscuits!
And doowutchyalike.
Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown,
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down,

Doowutchyalike

Digital Underground

Yo! Rap Hits

1990

just grab 'I'm in the biscuits!
And doowutchyalike.
Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown,
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down,

in the Yves Saint Laurent
Patent leather, black and decker, did your girl, played yo' aunt
Like a .45, I popped and dump her
Hung up, she called me

Episodes

Lootpack

Soundpieces: Da Antidote!

1999

the crowd hyped and 
Slap you up with my right hand and 
Find out you're a little white man with a slight tan 
Wild Child'll take ya ass out like lightning

Preachers saying God got us, but the devil's out
You talk about being at the bottom of the stockpile
You was giving hand-me-downs
I don't wanna hear

all waiting on you...
Especially you

The candles were lit with care by acolytes
Those are the kids that wear the robes and
The older folks in the black