Lyrics:
immortals to the portals til the book folds I'm goin Blackwards to the East, tweedle-dee, tweedle-dumb Fee fi fum to the tribal drum drum I'm sittin on my
immortals to the portals til the book folds I'm goin Blackwards to the East, tweedle-dee, tweedle-dumb Fee fi fum to the tribal drum drum I'm sittin on my
life, with mo' cheese Than the Green Bay Packers, pay off the vice Ain't never went out Blackwards I'm engaged to this dope game, no swivel We talked
the wise I guess I'm like the Verbalizer for the fact I'm moving blackwards This asiatic black man is a dog spelled backwards The maker, the owner,
to civilize the uncivilized Word of wisdom to the groove from the wise (Speak on it God) I guess I'm like the Verbalizer for the fact I'm movin' Blackwards
to civilize the uncivilized Word of wisdom to the groove from the wise (Speak on it God) I guess I'm like the Verbalizer for the fact I'm movin' Blackwards
the wise I guess I'm like the Verbalizer for the fact I'm moving blackwards This asiatic black man is a dog spelled backwards The maker, the owner,
the clock spin blackwards The funk of the rhythm'll snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh I'm makin em follow the path of a God and my track'll be blacker than
the score? Speak no more, Who watches down with the eyes of black? To the east blackwards, sissssiiiiieeeees!
the flow, here we go, sickamo' Let us slip on back into the Blackwards row Niggas didn't catch it anyway They pat me on the back, talkin' 'bout "Yeah, J" Well
Forward progress, moving to the east Blackwards Black powers ACTIVATE Collective, we leading the charge, freedom or death so emancipate Black Lightning
Forward progress, moving to the east Blackwards Black powers ACTIVATE Collective, we leading the charge, freedom or death so emancipate Black Lightning
enslaved So we pray to a god pictured like slave Masters without a bachelors, a grand verbalizer I'm headed to the East blackwards, that's for my OGs So I
the score? Speak no more, Who watches down with the eyes of black? To the east blackwards, sissssiiiiieeeees!
the flow, here we go, sickamo' Let us slip on back into the Blackwards row Niggas didn't catch it anyway They pat me on the back, talkin' 'bout "Yeah, J" Well
Smart And I send clicks that try to diss me (To the motherfuckin East Blackwards) like X-Clan you SISSY! Bust up the jam and feel no guilt And that's
that?s live spelled blackwards Ha ha ha ha ?
then the rhythm'll makin the clock spin blackwards The funk of the rhythm'll snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh I'm makin em follow the path of a God
Discuss these Blackwards Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In