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or a gang
and when we die, it seem like nobody cares
It ain't no love in they cold-hearted stares
Thinkin' of payback, of makin' a hit
Now Cowboys and Indians
a room of saturated blues and cigarette smoke
illuminated by black and white camera flashes
from photographers in tuxedos.
A hospital at night inside
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
perculator
I circulate around the block
Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken
A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation
and just sit down
I live loud and I rap loud
And I stand by what I spit out
Black Race is on top now
Haters all in my background
It's sacrilegious and rap
those seeds
I dial up spend more G's
Inhale then we bend those knees
Feel it in the air there's a gentle breeze
Please won't you let a nigga blow these
I'm in a line
Gonna make a move
Cross the State
Rolling it wide
Hey!
Submitted by Rene
SET ME STRAIGHT:
I know something that you would
And with that collaboration
Began the largest forced migration
In the history of nations
How many lives have we lost to the Maangamizi
It's way bigger than
the stars' state of collapse
Face in the dirt, pain in the heart
Holy and black, the cardiac curse, raised in the dark
Better pull myself together before it
on the block to sleep in a villa
Take the scenic route peeling when I leave from the dealer
The coupe like the Black Knight but the seats is vanilla
Boy it's
You see the people in charge
They tryna make it hard to escape
You do the work today and get paid tomorrow
The coalition need the papes now
Around
precision, puts my pain in remission
I feel pain and I want you to feel it too
My insides hide pride and it’s black an blue
I’m going thru the struggle, will
and stare
Your piercing eyes black and cold - the devil´s broken the mould
My lamplight casts upon the grave, of magaret erskine
A disease ridden dame
Friday
how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat
And you're becoming suffocated by the weight, can't hit those breaks
This is what you wanted, huh
But you got it all in vein
'Cause you forgot who you are
showing signs all attributed to mine
In the pitch black, it's too cold
I'm all alone, take me back to the roads
I had to roam to get here and I'll hitch
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Collective on the scene bringing change to the game
It's a shame we just trying to maintain in this game
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Collective on the scene bringing change to the game
It's a shame we just trying to maintain in this game
brings me closer to my knees
I'm falling apart piece by piece
It's time to get up
Hold on, don't look back
Fear not, as your world goes black
It's time
a look it better be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
All eight of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef
'Cause I hate
standin
It's racci on da beat trick mr trunk killa music himself
Aged with perfection
They call it top shelf
Best believe I'm in a lane by my mother fucking
Decent, and I know the masses ain't gone catch it
It too recent either way they still gone get the message
Bitch I'm cold
Geneva froze
Fresh to death man
And you say, "what's she got to grin?"
I'll tell you.
There's a ship
The black freighter
With a skull on its masthead
Will be coming in
You
And you say, "What's she got to grin?"
I'll tell you.
There's a ship
The Black Freighter
With a skull on its masthead
Will be coming in
You
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