Lyrics:
stripped
And torn down by his black brothers and sisters
That were uneducated and that did not know
And he was stripped
And he was torn down by his
like a phone in
A theater and make you silent
Queen Eva will defeat ya by depleting
You energy, so back up, dog
Ryan the Conjurer will abolish
You
the Oakland A's
I'm back to back with God, shaking the fucking universe
This is an army of two
Beat his ass and sent him into an improvement cycle
He look
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
eat you up inside like you swallowed maggots by accident
I main..line to main-tain
I'm fightin the biggest fight of my life
You gotta pack a black
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
to witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
so you and your
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles
gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane
Two twin blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang
Strong, strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames
Big crown on lil' nigga,
the Black Pearls
I knew the Saigons
And matter of fact, my family by
They self, my brothers, and sisters
We fought the whole Saigon gang
The whole gang
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
lustful situations
So feel the vibrations, she's the mother of our nation
Now for oh so long you stood by us so strong
even when we done wrong,
ballot in the hall of fame
I'm a one of one trailblazer
Running circles blazing trails
By coming through
Unleashing all the flame
Revolutionizer
Gotta make
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
listened to D2
Could you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Y'all done
a cavity they toothache
That's duality, I'm too Black, hair is too curly
I double-time, so I'm too early
Yea, if you're too live put your twos up
Been saying
your
Style off Bassman and Trigga a likkle bit
My style's strong a likkle bit
You can't scare me with Wing
Chun a likkle bit spit two bars
Draw for
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
for forgivness took a brief intermission, so practice my tradition in the kitchen so i'm back in my position, black smith-en aiming at the opposition
you know what I'm saying?
[Chorus: x 2]
I can't wait til next Friday (next Friday)
That's when a brother gets paid (gets paid)
I've got plenty
hurt
Do right by those who did me wrong
Cause all they did was make me strong
[Verse 2]
The tale of Cain and Abel, it was cautionary
To
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
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