Lyrics:
greatness (Uh-huh)
My man Hell Rell's in the building, BX borough. (Uh-huh)
J.R. Writer's here, you know he's the Writer Of Writers
Right now, I don't know
Pharrell's diamond-studded gold
Chain that sit's fat
As a tow rope at the edge
Of the mixing board ocean, dressed in
A gray Supreme hoodie, jeans
And black
the world) Who wanna spit with us?
(All around the world) Come make it bounce
Yeah, yeah, we on that world tour with Muhammad again (Yeah)
Fifty cities
that Vin Diesel form
Send ten winds, we like the black beatles tour
I pick up the tools, lick up and hiccup you fools
We bitter and blicker wit
Kodak Black, Oklama
Eckhart Tolle
And this here is the big stepper
I'm a killer, he's a killer, she's a killer, bitch
We some killers, walkin'
my rims black
My credit cards, all black
I’m looking over yo crib private jet I get
Black ghetto burr we swerve
Talking shit like an adlib
I'm Papa
is missin and I left without permission
I got bagged with the darkest black marker I had
An easy target cause my tag is on my bookbag
As I was shadowed
black? I keep it real like that
F A Word is bond
I need stocks and bonds from these ill raps
Rappers won't see me with contacts, friend
So, please act
socks
(So, what's up, hopps?)
I got to keep it tight like seams
'Cause ain't no fiends
Coming in between me and my dreams
See what I mean, black?
I keep
And somewhere inside came alive
A ravenous beast thirsting for life
A black-hole hunger with a wicked goal
"I must rise against the Writer's control!"
Ahh...
So
who wrote it, misquoted it
Mike says, "You a bitch, you a bitch, you a bitch"
Add a "nigga" for that black writer that started that sewer shit
I
Cord, I swing swords, behold the prolifical
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter
Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire
I speak legalized
Writer's block
Foreknowledge stuff
Writer's block
On my block I write and jot
Seen a lot, it's really hard to find my thoughts
Times is raw it's
kinda like Monte Christo
World Tour, DL, Koffeshop, and I'm coming to your Bistro
We show bright when it comes to your ability
I'll be yellin' out
used to be a way better writer and a rapper
When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia
Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche
Feeling like I'm going off
Writer like wa' thiongo
I be speaking for my people
Make music like Fela
Spread love no vendetta
Back and better cuz black is better
Nigga black forever
Writer like wa' thiongo
I be speaking for my people
Make music like Fela
Spread love no vendetta
Back and better cuz black is better
Nigga black forever
get paid up like a lay-up now
Worldwide tour, so them girls wide open
Shows packed out, so the bus pack oceans
Unapologetic (bitch), success is my
you niggaz don't know about me man
Let me put you on though man
Verse 1
JR Writer:
Well, I was makin' sales at the age of 12
Pack margin, black lark
Follow me! upon a black star line
Off for the rest and for brand Nubian
Now go to Africa again, watch dis!
Black star line it's the black star
Irrepressible pastor - still
Cause this writer to blanch after 15 years
In truth, the sight of two pale Englishmen
Seated stiffly at the
Back of his church was
used to be a way better writer and a rapper
When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia
Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche
Feeling like I'm going off
used to be a way better writer and a rapper
When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia
Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche
Feeling like I'm going off
cut my umbilical
Cord, I swing swords, behold the prolifical
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter
Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire
I
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