Lyrics:
a great white hope
Do you give up things that you love?
And the pressure's building 'til it takes you whole
Can you go back on your own word?
All
ring
That was housed by the building
Where Malcolm X was slain
I spring train in the winter
Round early December
Run suicide drills over and over
on a blanket with a book
In the shade, white suit
Happy hour at the bar
And I m jamming with some friends
We're up to the same tricks
Drinking cocktails
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by;
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
As Allen and Milton and Dwight
If more you would know of this Jack Ash credo
See the Blue Book, the Black Book, the White
If you do you will find wе're
All
I found a black beret on the street today
It was lying in the gutter all torn
There's a white flag flying on a tall building
But the kids just
the almighty Black Jack (throw your hands up)
Mos Def, K West (throw your hands up)
Ghetto people, get this shit off your chest (throw your hands up)
North
go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug? Faculties bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your head
denial, I'm bangin' niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with
denial, I'm bangin' niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with
white
And he was like, "I might be in trouble"
He had flashes of the good life
He was like, "Should I jump off this building now or do it
Static building up in here
Where you take me, I don't care
The further we get, the closer we are
Blurring the lines under midnight stars
Won't tell
dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people singing songs
on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
And Jack-
The White House is under attack
Eight years is the limit, but eight will do
By then there'll be Bobby-
And Teddy, too
Or Peter
be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people
else, we from the projects man
We don't give a fuck, man that shit is mad fucking surrounded by buildings like fucking jail, man
And I'm running in
the almighty Black Jack (throw your hands up)
Mos Def, K West (throw your hands up)
Ghetto people, get this shit off your chest (throw your hands up)
North
dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people singing songs
up and wait! y'all hurry up and wait!
I've been brought up
By street cats who didn't get caught up
Like that New Jack Nino Brown at the Carter
I'm
Ten whips came after that (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Two bitches came up (come here)
Seven bitches came after that (turn up)
Rich niggas in this building
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