Lyrics:
Damn, where Jesus so I can kiss his feet
So I can construct a plan to divide the hand
So that one can stand and if
You don't know by now
I'm talking about
of autocracy
By Dirty hand of autocracy
The black sphere is turning
やられる前に撃ち抜くのか
それを奴は正義と呼ぶのか
己にかかる血 己で拭えず
A sacrifice is countless
嘆く者に救いの手出さず
過保護に眠り偽善と交尾
dropped you by mero
너로 가득해 내 곡이
you could be my clyde
내일 없이 네게 all in
fresh like DIRTY
우리 밤도 gonna dirty
너를 안고 싶단 말야
예의 따윈 I don't fuck it
u town
red lips the scent is sauce
Clean as a whistle oh hoe oh hoe blow it
Make her wet we havin dinner by the ocean
I bring my home with i'm never home sick
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
on the TV screen?
Battle with the white man day by day
Feds takin' pictures, doin' play by play
They don't never want to see the black man eat
Nails in
with the ice, when the
(crrrck) it'll quick drop
Passed by the trap, that's wassam
You can get by! Retarded!
Stripper getting money by the ziplock
and no one could do diddly
Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads
Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes
Follow no family
every now and then, I gotta get my rocks off
If you wanna make gravel, you go where the rocks are
There was a dime by the juke box, baby
Sippin on a PBR,
for your mama's sake
He got a daughter named Cherry Lane
Sweet as back porch bourbon, black as the old iron train
No man would lay a hand for fear
When you put on that black dress
There's no doubt about it
The one thing on my mind is
My hands on your body
Yeah
As soon as i laid eyes on you
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
want to put my hands all over your body girl come this way
What you gon' do oo-oo, if I touch you if I put my lips on you oo-oo
If we took you back
As a matter of fact
We got Uber Black
Reengaged
In the act
When I felt
An extra hand
Down my crack
I looked back
The driver cougar
From Vancouver
Tryin
Kang
California plates, black and yellow nigga, Wu Tang
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, yeah Old Dirty Bastard in this Mulsanne
My whips change colors like a mood
Yeah
Ayo, Team UK, stand up (the moment you've all been waiting for)
This is the Grime mix (hello, good morning)
Skepta, Diddy Dirty Money
Martin:
They just jamming on that song though, man.
Gotta get your groove on!
Give me five on the Black hand side
You got ties to the Motherland,
like you did when
You know I
I hold the key to all your secrets and your lies
Cause I've got the upper hand you'll see
You better play nicely
Check!
Got the Tongue of a Pimp
Raised by a dirty preacher
That used the church money to cop a new Beamer
Got the heart of a child raised by
to lick, tell me where to suck
Locked in your Whipping Haus so tell me where to fuck
So dirty, so filth, so hurt, so broken
Bind my hands and rip me open
So
yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's
how you play yourself
Thievery stealth
Fiendin for wealth plus a meal ticket
Blood in my hand I feel wicked
Hell’s dwindlin live by the minute within
She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands
(Hey, hey) I doubt she'd even let the devil buy her little black book
City Hall would probably fall
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
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