Lyrics:
Who had the pen in their hand?
Who wrote the curriculum plan?
You understand. it was a bunch of men and they weren't
Black, Black, Black, Black
soldiers
To elevate the mental is to be poor no more
There's war in the streets, prepared men know best
Our rhyme as live as it gets, JFK 2 LAX
to run up on your ass Tommy gun style
Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes
Make money with my partners as I murder my foes
In all black
Dominated once again
Not by women or mischievous men
Overrun by your own vice
Won't let go because you know that you're right
Maybe truth was not
on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then
wasn't thinking about fucking
Bumping Late Night Hype by Compton's Most Wanted
Them Tracks was so crisp
Bo$$ and Spice 1 and King Tee At Your Own Risk
because they prefer Bones to meat
But because no one will readily offer them
In life, it is survival first
Even the colours of the chameleon are not just
sentiments
Conditioned from these richer men
We are all broken
We need freedom from the oligarchs
Freedom from the choking
Young girl wanderers
Lost in these
Summon thy hidden wisdom, gather the unholy hate
Winter is at hand, frozen my tears will be
Created by blasphemy
The edge of my sword, the powers
supporter
What sort of disorder
Got him boarded in Corcoran
Ordering hot meals
Like I'm courting a courtesan
Peel - Or jet
Like a subtle hue of black, fool
might rock all day
Gots to the rim, fight for my kin
Like the X-Men, my sense will be simile dressing and visually
Pounce my flows round the rings
unoriginal, copycats
Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack
In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at
TV is wack, they wanna show us beatin Iraq
When
paw, paw, paw) say I can, and I will
Glasses tinted, Men In Black (That's right)
Pop a pill, keep it real
Knock his lights out like a Xan'
(Pew, pew,
Picasso on instrumentals how I used them sounds
When a black man walks
Wait for it
Listen to the orchestra playing beneath his feet
pay attention
A journey sent forth in darkness
Under the crypts we shall go where few men have been
A force of absence compels us
Powers that swallow the world
playin' fore the clip spray 'em
And have his ass M.I.A. like Nick Saban
His whole shit caved in my whole clique cave men
Hardbody nigga my whole shit
remember there will be better days
We can drink outta Grammy horns but at Longhorns we eat salad plates
And every once in a while a steak
Part of what I
and vine
They take it as signs of Hell
Behold the Four Horsemen are Arabs in drag
They claim they're Masters of Time
I grow old by the day and dark by
as the villains when they kills
Even if we held hands they wouldn't feel us
Lord I hope
I ascend to your presence
If I get clipped by
This Ar15 in a matter
Secretly trafficking
I'mma diamond found in the rough
Touch by an African
My mom tall, my dad too
I'm not as black as him
But imma my daddy son
He said
Secretly trafficking
I'mma diamond found in the rough
Touch by an African
My mom tall, my dad too
I'm not as black as him
But imma my daddy son
He said
citizens are intelligent
Reading out testament are we tested men
By the whole father holy father
Be a better man clean the blood stains
Order the number
remember there will be better days
We can drink outta Grammy horns but at Longhorns we eat salad plates
And every once in a while a steak
Part of what I
to a time where the dream began.
its all too soon that's all will be is a dream in someones mind.
Look at me I'm famous on top of the world,
I finally
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