Lyrics:
never ever left in the first
Wale Ovechkin, the best on the earth, breath breath full of purp
A legend out here, and I'm ending careers by the end
than desperate
I'll prolly die from one of these bats and blue badges
Body slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin'
Or maybe die from panic
than desperate
I'll prolly die from one of these bats and blue badges
Body slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin'
Or maybe die from panic
your eyes my sweet
We're just the same
We all get desperate sometimes
Feeling black and blue
I know you'll find it hard
To accept it sometimes
We all
In a faraway time, in the dawning of man
They were bound by the laws of the land
a flash in the sky, a roar in the ground
Had effects that they could
Riding north on Interstate 75
With a nervous fading beauty sitting by his side
And the pistol that he used to pave the way
Down the long black
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
your history man
I'm Fred Hampton mixed with Marcus Garvey
Quick to turn a racist to a fucking martyr
Feel this Black reign that's the Black power
Fuck
our hearts and our minds
It's black love
Living our own minds
Black man your backs to the wall facing the outcome
That's how come I'm staring out
on the keys like a black note
could it be purest life is more than a white unveil
when it breeze on the back roads
man sat in color king in the sky like my own
[Johnny Blaze]
So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit
Fuck the world, word up
Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast',
sure to trot ya)
Black Sinatra (It's just a rap man)
Black Sinatra
(Just for the benefits, cars, we dealing em
Don't bring groupies to the hood we
black potency which lay entwined in stygian tendrils within his mind
An ireful power born of they who writhed upon the shores of Pangaea before man's
all my stuff, and all you find
is a pocket full of money count seven G's
Now you want to think I'm sellin' keys
Cause I'm a black man, but I run my
and pencils
A Black Man
Crack, Tooth, Smile
Shattering the
Dichotomy, of the industry, they said that
“Lyrics are dead,” while I bench press that motherfucker
I: Out of the Portal (Instrumental)
II: The Confrontation
Greetings you confused, desperate, near-death person
Fear not, your condition will not
the Congo
When we see a Cherokee
He says: "I forgot the key"
Pick it open with his teeth
And we ride to KFC when we rolled by the po
He say: "Fuck that
that white just like my soul ain’t only white
Half my piano keys are white but then the other half are black
And THAT is the half that my hands like
me
I dun OD on jewelry
Fuck low key I'm a OG
So I stand out
Like a black man in a white house I'm too street
With my shirt off
Like
mean those that been since the beginnin'
(Cause some of y'all cut out when it started rainin')
Now check me at the movies I'm rollin' like Black Man
I
live for weed to make money
Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin'
I can't even much count it
Silkk the Shocker, or should I say
The black
I'm a Dade county representer, low key
No gold teeth
No spinners, go getta, gorilla, turn killa
Fo scrilla, fo real-a, and I see no nigga
Bet that, get
just really wanna pack heat Run my mouth like it's a track meet
Find me chilling in the trap We a bunch of black sheep
Look I've been desperate with
only under their direction
Stabbed by my loyalty
To remain under their discretion
Why'd you stop
Stop what, dog
Living
I was desperate to fit in
Knowing
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