Lyrics:
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
burning down Rome ‘til the morning got dark
Blessed by God, tatted bible verses and text
But the Devil had other plans, they used drugs to hex me
Used
I was born down in the bottoms of the flat black Delta land
I grew up picking cotton in the Mississippi sand
My mama said son take that girl and go
rather die enormous than live
Dormant by any means necessary
And all that other shit is to control you
If the churches took half the money they was
Making
We're gonna move on up
Two by two
This whole world is gonna be
Brand new
Am I black black enuff for ya
Am I black black enuff for ya
Get in
by faith
Stranded in the edge of a black hole
Death is waiting
In the deepest red
Murders
Suicides
Burning Churches
Murders
Suicides
Burning Churches
to open businesses like..
Nails and Tips by Laila London
Black Bodega
Quality of life juices
The Tax Guy Shop
Micah House for Men and Women
Dudley Hair
to tell you you owe me
I paid two-fifty they ain't unconvict him
They gave that boy twenty to life man they odeed
Black out the 'Bach when I'm sliding them
grateful that I get to go to school
And that my household is full
I'm lucky to celebrate Father's Day
I look upon my skin
Black is the newest gold
Fact, I'm
all I think of
Life number 2
5 years old
Hit by a car
Rolled down a driveway
No way
I'm going to school
Lookin like Freddy Kruger today
Shit how I'm
Power
(Black Power)
Unity and self defense combined
I stay away from pigs like a Muslim
(Black Power)
Two clips taped together
That's a hood drum
(Black
One thing's for sure, two things for certain
Got booked with three bricks, you back home
Niggas workin' clown-ass niggas
Shoulda put you in
the neighborhood niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, poor thieves, gangsters, and thugs
Two hood rats were scrappin' over who knows what
The loudmouth one
the neighborhood niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, poor thieves, gangsters, and thugs
Two hood rats were scrappin' over who knows what
The loudmouth one
cubb-on the park to play
cll hail the queen that put Empires on a churches way
No fan of Gandhi, my punches echo in Koshy says
So Chinnaswamy let identity
the churches
Now they burning down the last schools
Nowhere left to go for freedom but along these tracks
Verse
Led me down a railroad
Left me in a cell hole
ass out
Now you're in a bath robe running
From all the warriors, we Black Robe hunting
Bombing all the churches in the backroads, stunting
Planting that
Emerging from the center of the earth
Willing and able to take control
Of all unfinished situations
By leading the out-casted souls
To the power
ain't gonna stop
Until the work is done
Am I black enough
Black enough for you
Am I black
Black enough for you
We're gonna move on up
Two by
of the earth will mourn because of Him
Grace and peace to you, churches
From Him who was, is, and is to come
Jesus, the faithful witness
King of kings
the hood, now he's too good to rep his crew
Read the pictures, laugh at the words, skip lesson two
Time is money huh? Time heals our wounds as well?
Let
But this my call by the false Prophet, all Prophet
Harlem hustle, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the Lords pocket
What you
like two hundred fifty, it was nice
At the salon they got me looking right
Buying all Black ,I'm never thinking twice
You can do it too if you just
I'm from
you dont believe me nigga come and see where I'm from
keep 2 or 3 heaters dug deep in my bum
the police tryin to keep the concrete on my palm
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