Lyrics:
Tonight in the shipyard a man draws a circle in the dirt
I move to the center and I take off my shirt
I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain,
but the numbers were black
I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets
I took my good share Ma, I have no regrets
Then I took
million times that of the sun. Supermassive black holes, on the other hand, are found at the centers of galaxies and have masses that are millions
that'll land in the center
Right in the red for the breadwinner in her
Stack in the summer, the ball in the winter
I'm grippin' that wood (shit) just got
That's right we do it like that
Keith Turbo the new man
Here we go
Move in close range with the ARTCC
Air Route Traffic Control Center
I
the mummies
The black militant
Intelligent resilient
The critics call him in scholar
They say the kids brilliant
Into the mind of the enlightened
Study
The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming
For the test, oh yes, my study guide was thick
I cut you with my verbal, didn't hurt you just
Study this as you study your first born
My first song was pain personified in song
The longest sequence is looped for days long
Where bass kicks are
The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming
For the test, oh yes, my study guide was thick
I cut you with my verbal, didn't hurt you just
and still be slamming
The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming
for the test, oh yes, my study guide was thick
I cut you with my verbal didn't
the final play, it's the last shot
Cool nigga, but I stay hot
I can shoot for far, I can play the block
In the gym or on a black top
And I'm on fire like
Life is Worthless
Hurting... Hurt in My Heart
Mysterious souls
Beautiful black art
Immortal feelings resurface
Heart needs a surgeon
Cold world
Study this as you study your first born
My first song was pain personified in song
The longest sequence is looped for days long
Where bass kicks are
Tryna find herself in the bottom of a glass
Lookin' for the right things in the wrong places
It seems like the good times never last
This a season
The city centers got a wall around fresh pottery and zero trash
On the outskirts the wasteland vast
A barren desert if not for the artificial grass
This
were smiling, try not fuck with me, yeah
Yelawolf, black sheep, blacking out on sleep
Blackout curtains for the heat
Black is what is underneath
Try
I can feel it in my sixth sense, six cents left for the Vega
I ain't fuckin with a backwood, lungs black it ain't doin' me no favors
Used ta used ta
Tiny next to her assistant and
Her muscle, wearing black sunglasses
A trucker hat cocked to the side
And a T-shirt with the
Periodic table box for carbon
a thousand times before
I haven't felt the fire for a long time
I've been stuck in the symmetry
Maybe more so than before, now that I'm in the center
It
keep rounds filled to the top
For you froggy niggas
(If you leap)
We be the godly scriptures
that guide you on your way
to meet your spiritual
like a surreal Hemingway
Baby, I'm star; I'm 2 mill Centigrade
Stole the show, and got life for killing center stage
I ventilate and the byproduct is
Two-fifteen
Uh, I'm here seated at the helm
The black soundtrack to confusion is the film
I'm channelin' uncertainty and usin' it to tell
beg a dime
I work for mine, provide for the youth
Teach them right, show them the truth
Wear the black in our roots
Nothing extra, hand to mouth
A hundred and ten years for not braking and switch gears
Put this black man in tears to heavily switch fears
The snakes will play nice and hiss up in
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