Lyrics:
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
out to Ice T
The pro-black grammy goes out to Public Enemy
Cause they too black and they too God damn strong
And we gonna give the lip-sync God damn
" because you're curious
Of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
[parrish smith]
While I'm
Knows all the streets by name
So mysterious, shadows meet James Dean
She's intoxicating, soon your favorite drink
Your black dress in disarray
Only dance
good:
I've been waiting far too long...
I see their bodies in the pyre,
Leaking black smoke into the flames.
And all the people stand around,
Shaping lips
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
Anne, feared by one and all
Not sailed by man
The wind picked up, she slipped her chains
The luff pulled taught on the main
The sky turned black, it
I can see your nerves hanging on a string
24 7, poor little thing
Turned my soul
Red to pitch black
Now I stole your pride
Not giving it back
Swift kick to the lip when they talk shit
Autopilot cock pit when we pop it
Paint balls hit bitch, in a stick shift
I
Ever since the north side
83 we
Last night I went down to the railroad tracks
To watch that train roll by
99 cars screaming into the dark
I heard the lonesome whistle cry
With
Here she comes like a heart attack
The way she looks could kill ya, all dressed in black
With her lips on fire and a wild hair
She knows the boys are
In the same shirt with a new bae
No you cannot handle me
Put you on snooze by the next day
Now you blowing up my phone like the bills late
I don't give
First time i met har
I know i had to move really quick
Cause by talking har she give me a lif
Like a real big head splif
Me sey jah
She say rasta
stuck on your past
While you level up to the top of the class
Ignore da' haters 'till they fade to black
Stay focused on your future and don't look back
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,
let this racist hatred end me
I have a passion that's everlasting for rapping and some of the fattest asses
They turn me into a rabid savage, the black
What a beautiful sight
Gone like the wind
Gone without sin
Today's the day I escape
Dressed all in black
Never looking back
I got by with a knee on my
shit and covering some ground
Don't delete it if I said it then I meant it how it sounds
By the evening she invested checking boxes writing vows
She
cause I look at Rich black to strive after
The difference is, their money is theirs and not passed on by Massas
Seeing through the world with those foggy
Five percent tint, my windows (windows)
Ten bites from, black widow (woo!)
Mark of my goals like, bingo (bingo)
Dope like the pope, Francisco (rack
I'm honoring kinda God that my grandfather is
Hot like lava magma droplets dropping off Te Ke thick lips
Flow smoother than rivers christened by Pun's
on the ground steady for Black Lives Matter (Yeah)
Inhaled so much tear gas I’ll probably catch cancer (Look)
By the time I turn 40
Riot cops in Portland, man
(Spoken word by me)
“And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see.
And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he
The presence malevolent, I move with hesitance
I cannot open my mouth
To let out a scream, it's like my lips are stitched
Paralyzed with fear, I look around
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