Lyrics:
green, I don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
First
Times might be different
But oppression remains
At the root Its just
Slavery by Another Name
They say in 30 years
Black Wealth
Headed straight to nada
But
Black Trump
Pistol Grip pump in my lap at all times
Niggaz fuck wit other niggaz shit but they don't fuck wit mine
Got my money totalled for a big time
When I first started back in 1989
I wasn't moving keys I barely moving dimes
Started coming up fiends recognize my face
Started paying off
a pastor
So I see myself and I know, my own lord and master
When your ass was born it was all on the own and
When it's time to die you'll be all alone so
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
that fleeting moment just passing by
In that fleeting moment just passing by
Guess I'm riding shotgun now
We got April in tow
The golden clouds set
run it
That new watch, bitch, run it
That lil' chain, bitch, run it
Them car keys, bitch, run it
Boy, don't be no dummy
Don't you try nothin' funny
Come on, y'all, let's take a ride
Don't you say shit, just get inside
It's time to take your ass on another kind of trip
'Cause you can't have
Come on, y'all, let's take a ride
Don't you say shit, just get inside
It's time to take your ass on another kind of trip
'Cause you can't have
I know consistency is key
But it's hard to stay consistent, when you're in the mix and consistently a G
I'm still dishin' out them keys, so I'm
hard, black tar, concrete
Tom Vick times Papi Mason times 3
Uncle Toms need Tums to stomach atomic bombs
Or die from my Wizardry rZA, GZA, Method Man
I’m
Half of the time you'll be sleep deprived
Half of the time you will compromise
Half of the time you will realize that
Half of the time you don't
a strange black light
Bringing with them a strange black light and
The end
The end
The end
The end
Their faith is stain
Their christ is a fake
Liars they are
of creation, existing simultaneously
In all dimensions, wholly unconstrained by linear time
This force is the black, quasi-sentient mana which sustains
Such
in my lap
Watching Power, rooting for 50 because that
Nigga Ghost is a rat, facts
Scope on the gat, I can't see far, woah
Everyday a black rapper get
on one
Long time since I blown up
Now I got all this black on
And I black out
Like 03 back in the Swamp
Where I come from
Icy veins I’m the cold son
King
Am a black Prince Will
Every time I pray I ask to find a way
To do God's Will
Regal address my mandem as Kings
By default known shut off for my
and forever, whee (la, la, la)
(La, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, lock him up real tight
Throw away the key and then turn off
and forever, whee (la, la, la)
(La, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, lock him up real tight
Throw away the key and then turn off
and forever, whee (la, la, la)
(La, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, lock him up real tight
Throw away the key and then turn off
If I had married J. F. K.
I would have lost my mind
'Cause everybody seemed to know
How he pent his leisure time
Well, I guess that things were
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
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