Lyrics:
for me court date
For goodness sake I'm like what the fuck
I'm noddin' out, I'm sleep standin' up
If I don't go sit my black ass down
I'ma fuck
Destination: ?
Trapped in the dandie's lion with a pit of lions
World crying, inside, what the fuck's goin on with me?
What's goin on? What's goin
learned by them Kurds about them dollars and cents
It was never my transaction it was however I did it
I was impressed with the whips
I asked my father
a guru
they want to hit you back
just to see if your shit is black
jack is back with the facts
and the truth
and nothing but the truth
By Gumo® In
(J-Dawg)
Yo Menace Entertainment...nigga what?
Black Menace puttin' it down like this to the hoes:
Chorus (Threat & some uncredited female):
look, it's about what's in the book
Karma's real, and you know that real music will blow
Don't need Photo shoots don't need premieres, don't need more
napalm
To set the last damn tone
Dye'em all black and rip the sense in between
I'm twistin' nontongues
And all I've ever been
Heard someone laughin' six
on blackjack, cocaine, gold chains
And bitches is worthless
The essence of my habit's
Is twisted and prolific
It’s been predicted that I would
Die by my own
world's gonna know
What this all about
Yeah, everybody knows I'm here
Cause, I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
On the seventh hour
take to your graves.
Your souls are like one another;
Your veins are similar in colour.
This land wasn't yours to keep,
So listen now and hear me
thoughts are sailin' on the same ship
And if that's the case, then that's the reason that you ain't shit
Let me enlighten you my niggas, just let your
got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son, fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back
If heaven
What became of her
If she ever thinks about me
And I try to imagine
What might of happened
If I hadn't been so young and naive
If I could go back
To every boy and seniorita
Man it’s really nice to meet ya
Whether black or philipina
Peep this funky culmadina seen a
Lotta ups and downs
is something 'bout the quiet surprise in darkness
You just sing about your own death in your closet
You stumble out into the pitch-black hallway
You
thoughts are sailin' on the same ship
And if that's the case, then that's the reason that you ain't shit
Let me enlighten you my niggas, just let your
a shop on the banks of the Irwell
There Sam used to follow his trade,
In a place you'll have heard of called Bury
You know, where black puddings is made.
politician,
So consumed by pursuing his career.
Use to care about what people wanted,
But know he's learned how to say what they want to hear.
A million lies
instead
And feel alright
Just look at me, man
I was just like you
I loved a girl,
But then we were through
Everytime you commit
You only gonna
care'
This is the street where I'm living
Where I was born and played as a child
In this street no one ever bothered
About skin coloured black
a young Senator,
Gifted politician,
So consumed by pursuing his career.
Use to care about what the people wanted,
But now he's learned how to say what
be muzzled, befuddled, disrupted
By distractions - Maintain The Mission
Your motive and passion
Objects appear closer - Goapele
Get to the cake
I’ll
life giver
Baptize me in the ways of earth
Death, rebirth and freedom
The river takes our stories away
Needs and hours, even prison terms go by
Seeds
As I walk through the garden
I tell satan beg your pardon
Smoking boogies by the carton
He fucking with my conscious
Obsessing over these ménages
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