Lyrics:
Distorted by Phoenicians and Europeans
If you don't see it, you're a peon
Or maybe I am, 'cause
It's topic I don't speak on
Black woman you are powerful
black bitch
Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy, me
Your blinds blurring your vision
See I'm where I'm supposed to be
On top of the underground, still
in time
Witness evolution of the black man that survived
Through pigment and constitution
Who knew the two could collide
War written in black
fronting,
You got me busting two nines
With one hand tied together or something
Ain't no mistaking we taking your trap
In case you niggas didn't know,
where ya dogs at?
AR-15 with me, and it's all black
If it is a problem, Im'ma solve that
(yeah, yeah)
2X, 2X 2X, 2X
2X, 2X 2X, 2X
Pour that drink up 2
I'ma put your niggas in all black
I'ma change the game and it's all facts
Your money ain't long
It's a short stack
And I heard your crew
And they're
Ima ghost ride the whip
All black on black
Won't see me coming
Ima ghost ride the whip
All black on black
Lil shawty don't panic
Yeah
This a 2 seater
churches and bails
There's only one truth
One market
Two parties
One choice
Scream with me
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Roll call
Roll left
Roll call
Roll left
it
By any means necessary, revolution marksman
Million dollar churches, communities hurting
Control is in religion, money's in the churches
Nobody said
There's some things
They refuse to tell you
In the modern churches
Brothers and Sisters
We are the church!
We are not in bondage to suffer These
In the book of Revelation, Chapter two
Seven letters sent by the King, to the churches, they were due
He spoke of love, faith, and the works they'd
Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah
Black Rain
(Mixed by) Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain
Jail house pack
Graveyard crowded
by crooks taught from the bottom of books
So yeah, the bottom of jobs
Hire, require the bottom of skills
Still proud black like the bottom of grills
feel me?
I'm a young black brother
So these motherfucker fear me
June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets
Did 2 months in the county and
I opt to the beat
to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify
at me SAD BOY SIX
Black boy fly feel like a King
I should prolly' quit rapping but I proceed
Packing up the heat, fuck the police
I don't live by the law,
nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
(Listen)
Two words, United States, no love, no breaks
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, Black folks
Big Macs, fat
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
My papa taught me how to be a man
My mama told two feet, you'll stand
My brother told me don't go in the can
If you black, then you really understand
The masses gather in the churches by the pale moonlight
They pray that their ends won't come tonight
But others know it is a desperate plight
bread,
Guess I'm different than most
See, Mel made a couple milli sellin' Jesus passion
Why these new black churches all resemble castles?
How the Church
a button-up and a tie
Black power and I'm slanging it wild
Foreign dripping with a bitch on the side
Beastmode, Marshawn with it
Had to step past my haters
Uh, money on the floor, make them bitches go
Buckets' ice-cold, bottles, bring us more
Black top fill my Rolex white gold
They think I'm movin'
Ohhhh... that's how you feeling right now Tone?
You know they can't rap with us
Black by
Black by
Black by popular demand, on demand
And I'm Black
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