Lyrics:
canteloupe little old maid
A big black berry inside the cool-aid
A bass guitar a old fruit jar
A green canteen and a chocolate bar
Cannonball baby doll
sound
Believe, believe
I'm in that Lamborghini drop top
Gunning for the top spot
Gold Rollie, my watch froze
You would think the clock stopped
Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)
House negros to the left
Field negros to the right
Wave bye to ya’ lilly liver’d homies
Cause this for runaways
satellite gold as hell
I stroll well, I protect with the most
Respected mic check, cassette full of life
High technology, Gortek intellect
Good for
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Here I am 1 time on the frontline
Trying to stop this bloodshed in our bloodline
When you see this Black skin it's
Chase it down like track and field
Me and money Jack and Jill
We together all the time up the hill
Down the block we got rocks like empty lot
Black
on a case by case basis
Basically they camp is basic we out the range of the rangers
Numb her hand before she jerk it
Oh God, I sense a stranger
Known
in the field for the cash
Ladies of leisure hopping out of cabs
Dope popping out of bags
Folk dropping out of class my shine
Got the haters still
Molly, ecstasy and Mary
Yea my bitches they stay high
I don't know if they write stories
But my bitches stay by
Give me head till I'm sleeping
Compliment
to the amazing African tracking field athletes
Some of who are forced to run under a colonial flag
Congratulations Mo Farad, a Somalian who’s gold was stolen
Black Afghani
Electric Purp and Cali Gold
Sour Bubble, Chocolope
Stinky Pink and Bubble Gum
Jack Herrer and Romulan
Super Venom, Purple Princess
Poison
in the field
Through every tribulation
Hard knock life over infiltration
By words that compensate It
Feel my people who been misled
In this
I'm loving the fact you don't fuck with me
Most of y'all no be my cup of tea
I'm out in the field with my money tree
No man fit try to get tough with
the west side, we be high by
Noon I like my ice black, I like my life black
Fucking with Ms. Jackson, lost about three stacks
Just a young boy watchin' Nick,
Zu)
Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn
Shit is crazy real in the field
I watched niggas blood get spilled over five dollar bills
And major drug deals
knocked
Yeah, turn it up an extra knock
Right now I'm busting heckler and cots, damn
Great scales with the all white belly
Knocking Hail Mary by
New Celine, Mary jeans, red laser on the beam
Got the switchie on the- (Cannon, Cannon)
Diamonds dancin' while I'm walkin' out the mansion
And I
New Celene, Mary jeans, red laser on the beam
Got the switchie on the (Cannon, Cannon)
Diamonds dancin' while I'm walkin'
Out the mansion
And I still
nodding I make the fiends lean
Money talks so I'm a scream
Say it loud and proud like its the black panthers theme
Living a dream I'll take your scene
Your
and the pee-pee leakin'
Shout out DooDoo G, he geekin
Dog shit on me, it's reekin
' Mary Poppins in my bag
It's often, I'm gon' spaz
M.O.B., these bitches ugly
Yea
Mmmm Mmm, Mmm Mmmm
Yeah
Mmmm Mmm, Mmm Mmmm
Aye,
Observing since days on the black top
Wrote it in chalk, but washed off the pavement
I've been in
drought
But when the black gold's in doubt
There's none left for you or for me
Fusing helium-3, our last hope
And free me
And free me
Free me from
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
Excite-ting, enlight-ning, invite-ing
I'm writing shit that I feel
Raps are black steel in the hour of commotion, the motion of Com
Is like that
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