Lyrics:
Whatever you do
But what good are the white lines and road signs
If I can't find my way back to you
I've been out on the road
Headed one way or the other
I
Off-White I hope that
You can measure by the ounces
And I'm finna punch some houses
Ring the bell
Make the announcement
I turn to Franklin on em
Touch a brick
the fuck out, if you want the foreigners gone
I paint the White House black and park my car on the lawn
Marry a Muslum girl and fuck her five times a day
James A. White
Still in a storm
I can feel your arms around me
Though you are gone to my eyes
Still I am warm
Like the sun itself had found me
In
you
It's fine by me too, ew
Blue cheese all in my wallet, ew
We got that whatchamacallit, ew
The money is taller, the hobbit's, ew
These bitches be so
[Talib Kweli talking]
The other day I was walking, passing NYU on the way to
meet my pops, you know, and this white boy stops me, talking
'bout, he
the land of the Iroquois
It's occupied territory Cali to Illinois
These colonizers use a white god, money and guns to fill a void
That's why my tribe rising
them by
And some might say we're wicked little girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock 'em up
them by
And some might say we're wicked little girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock 'em up
goodbye back then
CHORUS:
But if it snows
Then baby I lied
I'd rather be wrapped up in blankets by the fire
Watching the world slowly turn white
A movie girl no matinee
Good weed stay smokin' like a Chevrolet
You can tell she from the south
By the way she speak
Plus she says she on them
Z's but ain't
the mainstreams unhinged
Frank Lucas in a all white mink
Yung Yusuf you can hold my drink
Tell them I've been on my shit
Did it by myself
I've been on a mission
“Different Part Of Town” Music and Lyrics C
By James A White
bitch!
Fuck the devil!
I love Jesus
I'm a man of god
7th edition Skyrim made by Tod
Howard
I have barely showered
The devil is a coward!
I LOVE THE FUCKING
Im all amen yall go all hallelujah
Boyle Bowlin in the bullpen whole squad go babushka
Newton with the apple get u gravity, Arab and an apple get u cup
a number
Add it on up to twenty-five
The joke is on you, I'm still fucking alive
Had to drive by with the beat tape up in my mind
And combined with
And stop kissing them white folks asses
It's like you smoked a whole damn key
You rap so fast you keep leaving the beat
I'm from the old school, I love
them white folks asses
It's like you smoked a whole damn key
You rap so fast you keep leaving the beat
I'm from the old school, I love P-Funk
But now
Committin' genocide
You weren't identified by the process
Get abducted by identified flying objects
Pitchin' white
You snitchin' like mice and rat
Give him
When I met you, you went by your middle name
You said, "Hello, Miss Jones, they call me Silas James"
I was new in town, but you'd been here for years
Hit the block with the white powder
Fiends jumpin' from the free throw line like Dwight Howard
With the capes on
I spit the type of crack that they
Hit the block with the white powder
Fiends jumpin' from the free throw line like Dwight Howard
With the capes on
I spit the type of crack that they
fronted
By one of my white friends
His stash in his night-stand
The way that I kick it
I gotta stop wearing white Vans
I’m Spanish, I’m life tan
Hate
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
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