Lyrics:
take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back
Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King had
chopper piece
So I phone big cuz for a one chopper, sweet
Just to see if that one chopper beats
By now, you must know what chopper means
Clip black, but
to see what he's seen
But then I'd take 'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream
I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it
But half of my
for a dinner date
Aye black mask in a black van
Yeah It's hammer time minus baggy pants
We gone the cripple game you don't stand a chance
Malcolm X with
was mad that we got hit by Japan
Historians will tell you he provoked that shit
He told lies in attempts to sugar coat that shit
In '45 troops were
Ricky Ross (The Boss)
T-Pain (JR)
I got a fresh line up, fresh outfit
'Bout to have the parking lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy with a 4-54 in
slave ships to Cotton ffields and hanging from trees
Water hoses bombing church's and now we're living in Martin's dream
R.I.P To Ali to the great Ali
O
their beauty
Crazy life
Getting darker
Run by the devil
La Vida Loca
Ricky Martin fucking his nephew
This shit I cannot make up
This the planet we working
I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream
I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it
But half of my black brothers are still
thought
Matter a fact in the form of X
I came to take everything
Except a final breath
I'm rock and rollin' coast to ya left side
After sunset we shine
LexNour
Yeah, just bought a black Bentley truck
But I got no black tuxedo
I ain't even put a post up, givin' no fucks
No ego huh, know that's a lie,
it’s off with yo head
My generation ain’t playing
Put you in sheets like on top of yo bed
We do not fuck with the klan
Pull up In a black ride
Give me
We need a speech that'll bring Martin's Dream Back
It's World peace versus racism bean bags
Every color every creed screaming out for what we need
but it will one day
In the days that y'all got to
Suck seeds to fucking succeed
I'm in my all black tuxedo, hair nappy
JID Buckwheat my girl tryna leave
Yeah
This Is America
The Real America
Yo!
In beginning we were nothing but cotton pickers, In servitude
Disenfranchised, fucked by the Justice
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
on these niggas, fucked around and scuffed my shoes up
Jealousy got snakes at my head like Medusa
I came from the lobby, used to make the fiends wait by
the children of crack and rap, Blacks that lack
Self-esteem, yo, we forgot the dream
On our Jefferson's y'all, but we forgot the theme
In the Chi, we even
Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice
We smash mics, and blast too precise
Fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights
Yo, I'm savage, I write rhymes in pitch blackness
Wrong Right As the
River leaves the stream All your yesterdays, shining
bands unfold With the Power to Smash
WE CAME, WE SAW, WE CONQUERED YOU ALL WE
fucked up world come the day
When
We,
Prove
That Black Femininity, undeniably, is the strongest energy
In
The
World.
to do was say
That you wish you would've just stayed pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here
Yeah, human
steppin with a weapon, there's a 50/50 chance
If you live, you'll be pissin in your pants
If you die, you'll be chillin in a casket wearin a tuxedo
Labels
to the whistle when the train pulled in the compound
And the engine black and shiny
Black as coal that fed the fire
Engineer would say howdy howdy fellas
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