Lyrics:
get seen
I'm a Dirty Bird now but I keep shit clean
I rip meanface niggas one by one
Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they come
Instead
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Ñ ìÿãêèìè ñëîâàìè è äÿâîëüñêèìè ãëàçàìè
Îí ïðîïîâåäèë ñåêðåòíûé óì
Rasputin, the Black
Black eyed man I'm warning you
The people around here
Will not be fooled by a simple line or two
Yes your honor I do solemnly swear
That I saw him
predictable and powerful
Two lost crystals in the black night sky
I've got music, so who needs anything more
To extend the time with invisible weight
I was born down in the bottoms of the flat black Delta land
I grew up picking cotton in the Mississippi sand
My mama said son take that girl and go
the melon, in the back of the melon
One black, two black eyeballs swelling
Always back with stickin, taking back what's more to lordy
Sippin on the blunt,
of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out
Now will I die on this nappy ass carpet
One hour done passed
Done watched two episodes of MASH
And when I'm almost through
They call my name
[Featuring Smif-N-Wessun]
Verse One: Steele
Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session
Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon,
to the end
Patriots of dark continent
I give all of my confidence
Redemption
(2) Weh dem gone
weh dem deh
Tribute to the martyrs
Which part dem gone
A weh
shoulder strap
She couldn't speak
Her knees got weak
Oh, she could almost taste that easy money
There was this old black cat
Who was sittin' in a old
sweatin'
Like a dog ho and I need my
H2o Ima grab yo ass and tip
You good before the night is over
See, we gone like 30 bottles
Jungle juices goin' on
Ciroc,
I do what a nigga gotta do
Got goons, I ain't even gotta shoot
Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool
I like my bitches in two's
Gotta go, I
shoulder strap
She couldn't speak
Her knees got weak
Oh, she could almost taste that easy money
There was this old black cat
Who was sittin' in a old
see
I cannot go back to your land of gloom
Where black jagged shadows
Remind me of the coming of your doom
I want my own land
Take my hand and come
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
the blazer
And the black nine by the waistline
Never know when someone'll test ya'
Let you know I got mine by my body, yes why'all
I'm the victim that
Knockouts an' craps
Frum totin Tech-9's
2 shankin on da main line
Timez iz hard we all caught up in da struggle
Whites, Blacks, Mexicans it's trouble
darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
Cut a stout, black thorn
don't mix
I got bad bitches comin' by the twos like a Twix
Drive my Lambo like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she
Wreckonize, all my MIA
[GZA]
Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast
Ahead of time, competition not even half close
Let's say, by no means,
Man Kojak
he gon' give me more cream so I can cop mo' gats
Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two Tecks
said "Don't go by the gamblin'
'Till we're black and blue
Just what good exactly is it gonna do
Always so much harder
So much harder when you have to try
Could we at least agree
the bullet go deep in my chest
From out of nowhere, Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die
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