Lyrics:
to the praise team
Then smob to the Pole for Your Black Muslim Bakery
Born & raised in the Bay, never been to San Jose
I recall one time, maybe, crossing
settling because I ain't so bold but ay
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims
legacy, legacy, legacy
Black excellency, baby, let 'em see
I've been listening to Wu-Tang and niggas like
"Your seed, married his seed, married my
what's up
What's up, what's up
Go on and let your soul glow
Let your soul glow
Glow
Shine and glow
Let it glow
Glow
Let, let it
Black Spiderman
But you're Sikh, Jew, Muslim and christian, you say
Now which religion will you wear today?
And in whose Bible do you find your cause
That says bomb
completed without the sun, moon and stars
That's man, woman and child
To all you fake-ass niggas who think you gonna survive out here
Without your Black
stoke the fire in your paranoid core
I feed on your fear
Consumed by thoughts of thick black cock
Go hunt them down dressed like a cop
Fight
tearing ya a new asshole
Who's the nigga with the new black
Strolling to your suburb house and I douse
With gas, now who's cleaning up trash?
Eat 'em
[Nas]
I'm just a black man why y'all made it so hard damn
Niggaz gotta go create their own job
Mr. Mayor imagine if this was your backyard
Mr.
[Chorus]
[Nas]
I'm just a black man why why'all made it so hard damn
Niggaz gotta go create their own job
Mr. Mayor imagine if this was your backyard
at the tongue as you code switch deep enough to be
Black and Muslim but rarely at the same time
Your spine is the site of intergenerational trauma
They mine your
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it
pots to glass whippin'
One on one, bag different
Born Muslim but the tag Christian
Golden beach mansions
2002 Steve Francis
Too hard for your weak
Close your mind
Close your eyes, see with your heart
How do you forgive the murderer of your father?
The ink of a scholar is worth a thousand
you're sikh, jew, muslim and christian, you say
Now which religion will you wear today?
And in whose Bible do you find your cause
That says bomb children
at you
About this overdue bidness
With the Black Muslim, Christian Jew and Jehovah Witness
To get this out in the open the only way
Is for us
Snipers like Kevin Durant, shooters be like Devin Booker
I'm a Black Soprano, the keys whiter than a black piano
Your female dog suck my Cocker Spaniel
at you
About this overdue bidness
With the Black Muslim, Christian Jew and Jehovah Witness
To get this out in the open the only way
Is for us
dough like bakery (ay)
Trust my boys 'cause they the team
In the night we wearin' a-
Black mask like it's Halloween
No purge but anarchy
'Cause all my
time to ride out niggaz stash your cash at the hideout
The Murderous I-N-see's en route (y'all hear me)
Feelin my shit the same (y'all fear me)
In
If I was President, all Blacks will have reparation, no segregation
Feed the nation 'til there is no famine
Muslims, Jews, Christians would all hold
the real, I'm the authentic, the fact and the truth
It's Jae Millz, brown skin, but I black in the booth
And for the green or that white, you'll see red
"yeah she with
The nigga with the Beamer
ATL finest, south side behind this
My new nickname is Your
Highness I'm the flyest
I'm the brightest, I got
the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
People let me paint a picture
You know I ain't a Christian
I ain't a Muslim
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