Lyrics:
Ladies
Ladies &
&
Gentlemen
Ronald James
James
James
James
James
James
I Guess I'm supposed to rap
James
Ronald James
This is fricken crazy
Yeah
glory, with the blood of honest men
Who were whipped and starved by masters who weren’t half a good as them
The Bible teaches there’s no value
It had been a bad day in court for James
He had spent the day defending his client, a
Russian resident alien who was in the country on a student
It was robbed by Frank an' Jesse James
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
And three children, they were so brave
But that dirty lettle
Feel like James Bond
Swag on my fit like I'm James Bond
Hop in the whip like I'm James Bond
Driving the whip like I'm James Bond
Phone on my wrist
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
It's that rotten cotton music, not that bottle popping music
It's that breaking free, slavery was not an option music
Not that Doctor Seuss's,
time, Tim pulled up by himself
He parked and walked in the building, and then he checked his mail
James a face Tim ain't never seen, shorty and Tim
Up
Hours before the dawn, James opened up his eyes
Cotton bursting from the soil from the moment he would rise
cpple trees dropped their fruit and bowed
yellow, and green to keep white folks from running into each other
By the way how you gon' invent a cotton gin when you ain't picked no cotton?
If necessity
hit nigga this a fucking hit
Send a nigga home full clip,
traumatized by the whole trip
Boatload full of cocaina
Got some wolves 'round and some
heart is racing just as hell
In my dreams who could ever know
A cotton candy sky's about to show
These pink clouds are above my head
My heart is racing
If you gonna be king of the hill
You can't make it at the cotton mill
If you gonna be king of the hill
You can't make it at the cotton mill
Get put
about the Cotton Mouth River
They tell them time and again
About the men who tried to cross that river by moonlight
And never were heard from again
hit the brakes
The bitches came out, so we the niggas they would chase
Envy was the norm, we the children in the corn
Black male, pickin' cotton
Fuckin' with her since a young nigga
Smokin' more weed than these young niggas
One more hit then I'm done with her
But who am I kiddin'? I'm in love with
cancer or AIDS, or why the health food store I go to keeps getting harassed by federal authorities for selling herbal medicines.
Meanwhile, guess who
This the story of a young bull who's only 13
James was caught in the middle of things
He shoulda never seen
He grew up without a dad
While his
There once was a man
By the name of James
People called him crazy
Called him so insane
Cuz he had a habit
That he had to kill
It stole his life
a nigga with her to help her old ass
As James Baldwin says
"You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white world considers
broke
Who fell down inside the gun smoke
(Black people) chains on their ankles and feet
I am descendants of the builders of your street
(Black people)
by people who grow to giants
Every time a couple voices create broken silence
Silence meaning so much noise that you've grown to like it
Black people
a bunch of questions
That we did not understand
Theres more to farmin cotton
Than just tendin to your seed
The ones who set the policy
Dont give
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