Lyrics:
they'll never be seen holdin' mics again
Fake emcees got some questions to answer
How you gunna' let your rhymes plague the game like cancer?
Whole crew out
We come to make it hot for ya, roof!
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just lettin' loose up in here, go crazy
The way we bouncin'
confident and been through too much just to be done with me
And you know that shit gets stressful right?
Shit taxing, the same thing that got Wesley Sniped
these keys got me locked up with older men
Thought these was the keys for me to roll a Benz
They ended up being the keys for my life to end
Help me get,
Got a new level, techno fever
Hey! If you’re afraid get away
I’ll get to a fort anyway one day
We need to be free of frozen hearts
Just tell me if
poetic genius
My thread of conscious
Handcrafted by the hands of a seamstress
Black atom, my mathematics
Defines quantum physics
This is gold metal rap
I
getting to it
I won't ever stop I ain't never losing
Just bop to it
If you feeling real good just bop to it
Got ya bitch by your side just bop to it
Keep
another
But not quick enough to pick it up and protect each other
The code words to killin' a black man by police is "He's got a gun"
Damned if he do,
of the row he say the Zs really run the yard
I told Coop just chill when he done he gon' be a star
Went and got some property through the realtor
Could
jacket, everybody keep your cool
In my black leather jacket, don't make a goddamn move
DVD:
I ride with those animals
That handle those
That act stupid
nigga run like its DMC
Bitch I get hot like a dragon no DnD
Nigga act dumb, he get played like a DVD
Bitch and my pockets stay fat just like EDP
Step in
might be lookin' mean, ok
I ain't really mad I'm just grindin' on my teeth ok
Chevy paint tropical "Owee, moway, owe, moway"
Got 'em callin' Fema
to my demo
I say naw nigga I got shows to do
After the concert, I got hoes to screw
If I'm on stage, I don't want to be close to you
I got money
to my demo
I say naw nigga I got shows to do
After the concert, I got hoes to screw
If I'm on stage, I don't want to be close to you
I got money
to my demo
I say naw nigga I got shows to do
After the concert, I got hoes to screw
If I'm on stage, I don't want to be close to you
I got money
or the other what it gotta be
Tell me why my momma gotta lie to me
Unity for everyone that lied to me
Peace on earth what I try to be
I just wanna spread
take it right back &
Got us fallin behind
They be robbin us blind
Just so we can't hide
I bet they robbin the blinds
Then they shoot through tha pane
rollin' like a Playboy beep, beep, beep
Just another page, just another freak
Cops say I'm bangin', girls say I'm slangin'
Just 'cause my black Cross
read comics
Or be that into characters, just to see that, just to be black
You better be strapped with a Derringer
Or be "capped in America" like
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my
to civilize you
Not walk on by you
Like civil-(lies do get you black listed) it'll
Be unlucky for you like a black cat
A panther
Revolution is the answer
and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter, G? Black cat, got your tongue?
Fat track got you sprung, now your hung (do ya feel me?)
Dum-dum-diddy, is
black, just want to be happy
And then you come around
And you show me how to be found
I healed my own heart again
By being who I am
I’m the lady in
A lot of girls out here
But I'm lookin' for SZA
Last year was litty but, this year is litter
BET like Kanye, it just came back bigger
(whoa) i used to be
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