Lyrics:
Yo
I know I got ya startled by the title
But 1st lemme explain how ya savior became my rival
What I'm about to spit
Ayo, BLACK PEOPLE this is VITAL
with a fake text 'are u fine?'
Next thing you know they are asking for help
But man is done, fuck that grab my belt
String you up by your turkey neck,
the rules of nature are written by the will of the strong.
Here, every encounter is a delightful gamble and a ruthless battle.
Where every betting man grabs
speckled by the sunlight
Iridescent prisms twinkle when it's just right
She's a hybrid like a mermaid and nymph is
But an insult comparing her to man's
stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child (I'll shit on you)
I
da, da da)
I'll shit on you (I will shit on you)
I'll shit on you (girl, you know, its true)
I'll shit on you (bitch, or man, its true)
I'll shit
shots to the cats
Don't lack
Shubz on a Friday pulling up at Jbo's gaff (skrting ay)
2-2 gyal getting moved by 2-2 man (2-2 man ay)
Come off the decks
a young man too
Ho
Oh I said so long and I waved bye-bye
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello
Who was vaguely half
The man was all shot through that
Came today into the Barrack Square
And a soldier I, i am not proud to say
That we killed him there
They brought him
Mood change. 2 train today
No Benz, no Bentley, no planes
Black hood, Onyx boots, pinky ring
Fresh to death. Hard case, strings and things
No
You used to spit that shit
Service lip by lip
I guess you slip that shit
To get us bent on it
Fuckin' trifling dick
Like a trifling bitch
It took
Nonetheless raps not even making half the sense or a half cent a yano key Could blend
Still
Black Man caucus over who's tribe done been the best
They stuck
a sinning
But by the grace of God we winning
Got 'em blinded by the vision
How you flashing Iron Man
With the bank account from Wells Fargo
Murciélago so
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
[Intro: Guys talkin about Tech N9ne]
"And the spiked red hair, and the, and, and paintin' his face..."
"Whoa, hold on man, Tech is losin' it man
to talk 'cause i'm a bad bitch
He told me that he almost 12 by a half inch
I ain't even have to ask that man his size, bitch
He told me that i am the number
around
The smooth black streets with rocks on the ground
To see that old little house, a shade of brown
That’s where I grew up
You see that football
All the little birdie's
Steady chirping at me
The wise old owl
The big black crow
Flappin' their wings
Singing no bird no
Another day
Passes by
I cross
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
There is a flag pole
with caution
It ain't safe keep the fifth by the Bible
It's a home invasion when the boogeyman Cometh'
It ain't safe, for no man woman and child
motherfucker picking in your old brain and stealing sleep
Take the dive or keep it alive?
Now it's on you
Your tower is falling down into a black hole
Take
flaws
White lives matter and if you hate that statement then you're a fucking bot!
They hate when a black man succeeds
They'll try to cancel him by any
by the wall!
You got lots have Potential!
You decide to choose a
Wrong judgement to live a life
Wearing orange stripes like beehives?
Come on man!
You
for the goat
Lemme hear it four times who's next
As a youngin half black with a fro, Ma was always talking race so I'd fly by
Then she knitted up
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