Lyrics:
would say of course, of course
There's a hell of a plan that you got my man
And it goes by the name of, Uncle Sam
To the neck with foam, hittin' some bone
the black
Rupture perception - I
Swallow the cure, dried and allotted
Embrace the unsure
Anxiety breaks, I become the denuded
Kill off the scorn
Kill off
Sentenced to drift the sands
Wretched forsaken land
Lifeless, my flesh will burn
Cast down of wrath and scorn
Behold the God of death
Bring forth
The defect of human nature
Makes one a ruthless creature
Standing tall in pride and scorn
Gazing from high above sky
Rock hard surface
A skin
reward
Join all, brethren tonight we will feast
When sun gleams in morn we shall stand
On battlegrounds
Heretic scorn advance to be slain
May arms glide
Round hole
Black sheep
In a white fold
Bright star
Black hole
No hope
And the lucky souls
Sad songs
Happy times
Strange fruit
And the bitter wine
slatt, it's 'Box
Hol' on, tag me in 'Box
You know it's gangster if I'm checkin' in
Nike tracksuit and black Forces
When I'm steppin' in
I got the drop
within me
But still so unknown
Left here to mourn
Captured by my scorn
All I desire is the rapture
Of his eternal embrace
Thought I would just move on
Now
in all its majesty this wasteland once called earth
from green to grey to black, extinguished by the hands of the nephilim
the homestead
Rapture!
Death lord... Iak Sakkath!
Embrace me, as you command your black winged horde.
Bow down before the master!
Raise your horn in blasphemy
I am
Birds of a black
Black feather stick together forever and ever and they always remember you
And all of the shit you do
They pass it to the baby
When you walk by
cold bears no shadow
bats take the sky
transformed hearts now hollow.
Run to escape
Stalking staccato.
Nowhere to run
There's no
through lifelong seclusion
Driven by an unnatural force
Drawn to this vault
Declivity where the light reaches not
Enigmatic crypt of my bloodline
In my own bubble nigga, had to clear my circle up
'Cause wasn't nobody with me when I was piped out in the box
Kodak Black, I'm the truth man
This
Continental trunk ft. Djeemy Reduzi
(Prod by Ataxia)
(Mick Comte) :
Life outside the box
And iam here now
Life outside the box
Feelin free now
Talking:
Double M.P in the place to be/ bitch who you came to see/ me that's who/ bouts to give you a dose/ of this black boy magic you feel me
to flow
And as your skin glow graced by the sun with a kiss
With your natural hair curly coils tight as a fist
Now that's black power light or dark
You
So they looking for me they don't know
I'm waiting on them
Right here, I'ma sit by the window
See they gonna have to get me
Yeah, they gonna have
or high tail it
Hit by hooded henchmen assailants
After the crash
Check the black box demographics African
Three fifths a fraction American
So when it's
see you shopping, I roll up by Dollar Tree
I'll sock your eye (sock your eye)
Dr. B, this is what I prescribed
A Taser to your face
I'm shocking guys
that ni**a heartless, group homes, ni**a never had no fosters
'Cause who taking home the little black kid, poor thing, his momma is a crackhead
So
hiding their black-heart
Masquerade, evil and dark
Masquerade, treason and lies
Masquerade, covers their evil eyes
They rule the world by telling
mum but that didn't work
Counted to 10 but that didn't work
Blud, man ah putting in work
Switch them plates, man ah going on a ride
Black bally on and I
and the broke
Akin to the gorging pull of a black hole
We sacrifice time, on alters of industry
Accept credit here for all types of misery
You and I, will be
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