Lyrics:
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You're gonna need a saditive when you get tortured by this fucking native
My animosity for a female never quits
So I hang you to die - on two hooks
used knives, Left it in my spine
Can't waste my time, Trying, To ignore, Those I look out for
Doing me wrong, Scam short, To con long
For the juice,
Boy I done prayed so much in this walk
That I should have scabs on both knees (Huh)
Been robbed, been hit by a car
But I still kept trucking like
to go and rise again
But I know that I try my best
I feel like that I am hell sent
Nice but I have my extents
A mad hatter
Black hatter
Slow climb yet
raps we have nothing in common
Uh
So I pull past they just run in loops
Uh
In this time span yeah they ran a few
Uh
Proper requirements just not in you
Yeah
Uh huh
Pen
There's a killer on the scene and I know he's watching
I looked at myself in the mirror few times fore I even shot him
Uh
Now I see
time no hear, man, what's up?
[James A. Smith]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[Too Black Records representative]
a sick-minded freak, six minds kinda think
Sitcom-blinded geek found life by hide-and-seek
I climb the steep, a few times a week
The line's with skeet,
Ms. Ebony!
Beautiful skin that shines in the light
Goddess by day, Goddess by night
Ms. Ebony!
I love your skin, I love your soul
When you got black
intentional illusion false reflections and confusion
watch the earth turn to ash slower than a Cuban
pray for rain like natives
our scabs have made us jaded
Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B
The symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disastrous, the master just bust
This for the listener
to the hood
Stop by her momma house, that's if I'm feeling good
Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip
I'ma hit the club, I'ma buy the VIP
We spending money,
uprising, treat us like, animals, and we'll bite, your time is finite like this candle light, you'll be sacrificed to the dark, stand and fight, let's hang
the wishing well
My innocent eyes look deep into the evil of their souls
They are judged by the child of the chaos emeralds
From the lips of a child prophet
of bucks from succeeding/
But times up, months it's exceeded/
Peeling the scabs off of cuts that are bleeding, knowing I ain't had it as tough as Jesus
watchin me with recorders
My name Christian cooper, a bird connoisseur
Got my life put at risk by a white womans lips
Watchin birds in the trees
Thought she
cars for a good time
Crashing on the road but it's alright
Getting more than reckless
Possessed by the fire, we feel endless
Craving pain in our senses
back cause they know I’m about to blast off
I used to hurt, but I healed now the scabs off
No time for lottery play, so I scratch off
The list of things
thoughts I'm having
I'm being chased by a shadow of a man who doesn't wanna have on
(Doesn't wanna have one)
I don't think I wanna have one
I'm, shadow
black
Just took a nap, just took a stab
And now I'm peeling the scab
Crash my car think it's time for me to take a cab
Let's see the recap as I finish
I'm out DeLorean's with caution
Like I'm lost in time
Almanac, my fortune
If they're betting, I'm bespoke and fine
Mass euphoria
Endorsement
and smile out loud
They don't have to be proud
Drawn by tyche's spell
Dancing round of some black leather belt
Stealing time from your lips
Don't chose life
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
and they 'bout it
All black and they 'bout it
OTF we 'bout it
I got O and Moski on my mind
I lean for Tayski 'nem all the time
Free da guys like 300
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