Lyrics:
black
I'm a dog, running through the jungle
Wit a hoodie and black hat choppin down ?noonsies?
Not a frog, cunning yet I'm humble
Gotta do the jewels tack
in my abdomen
Camouflage fatigues, and daishikis
Somewhere in between N.W.A. and P.E.
I'm black like Steve Biko
Raised in the ghetto by the people
Fuck
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
of the burning skulls,
Beneath the well of the black flame,
In the vaults of the dreaming gods,
Shackled to the slime-smeared bleeding stone.
Squamous orbs, black
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin' black like Darth Vader
Daft Punk's Song
Started!
Lip Syncing
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Damn Key, you did that
Yeah She got up in the whip
Show you how to get
On the block they say I did it for fun, well
Niggas got done on the one by a gun shell
Bounce in a Benz or a jet-black dope BM
Light up the choke buddah blunt
Kings just broke through (move fool)
Psychedelic hip hop punk rock shit
So back the hell up and get smacked in your lip
Saint don't quit I'm from the old
on the screen for New Line Cinema
Yeah, your lips are flapping but my bank is still stacking
'93 and I ain't out to do nothing but keep taxing
Punk-ass bitch, you
deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
I bet ya violent click
Talkin' all that lip
When you was wit' my click an get shit
Head split an ass kicked in
Chin shattered
An nobody could
of the burning skulls,
Beneath the Well of the Black Flame,
In the vaults of the dreaming gods,
Shackled to the slime-smeared bleeding stone.
Squamous orbs, black
your kind many times (many times)
Yappin' off your guns lettin' your lips flap
M.S. will push your wig back givin' stain from your shit crack
For who
rip
While my lyrics leave my lips
Ladies and gentleman kids of all ages
Watch a brother roamin' on stages
Name rings a bell from state to state
Province
Gotit
In his slime green car
I'll push you past the grass
'Cause you're my porch swing angel
I'm thinking about the past
Look at where we came from
Just
Dang
Young ATG is still doin' his thang
Try to slime out I'm breakin' his fangs
Watch 'em get fried when I'm raising this cane
Ol' Snitch ass nigga
Sliding in a Striker, no registration
No title (Shit)
Scam star
Brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile
(Phew, phew, phew) i got a lotta kids trying
To steal
Made a three point turn, as the three joints burned
off they lips, actin hard wit they face held firm
Calmly stated my acquaintance was no punk
the black steel
And my friends make suggestions...
That I should squeal to the cops but that's out of the question
If I die by the trigger of a misled
lookin' at you like a punk bitch
Cause you ain't making what you claim ain't gon' dump click
You gon cry when you hear them bullets dumping when them
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures
Bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures
At their best
At their best
Punk rock, shell
Market, the God sick, watch us pay homage
Priest, Trag', both gettin' massages by
Dime pieces, the rhyme thesis
The mind eases, the nine releases
Punk
Yup!
It's that radical Black Adam, might wanna Shazam him
Examine the way I slam em and slice em in half like Solomon
Stupid punks, put the pump to ya
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