Lyrics:
me and Bustarimo muy peligro
The hottest Negroes en Los Estados Unidos
Hotter than Reno when discovered by Bugsy Siegal
I'm black like Don Cheadle
to compare experiences
And they were telling me that when
You walk around in South Africa
You gotta carry this little
Black book with you
Tells everyone
to the court like, "Bitch I did that"
Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
It
Die,so when you try to bring
Me down I keep my head up high
Don't judge a book by its cover 'cause
It's never what it seems
Now I know what I'm sayin'
to rhyme tight, beauty in her eyes like
Wanna take her away, mic felon
Take her on a journey, where we going? No tellin'
But I've, been blinded by beauty
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
Abidjan to Dakar to kingston Jamaica
That 's what all black children are saying
The day that xe were waiting
For is finally here
Little by little let's get
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
Ways of the scale scientific fist, have a kiss
By the way, vanglorious!
This is protected
By the red, the black, and the green
At the crossroad!
the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun
at sea
Watching it pass a little boy by the coast of Gallilee
Sometimes I want alcohol and alcohol wants me
I'm shouting at his birds to pass this message
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
a little bit of love
Made due with the little bit we had, yo
We in a new millennium
Granny still sing hymn slow
Jim Crows still keep the blacks po'
Look we
Ooh!, you're Such a playa, Ohh! your Southern ball
Got me scrawled out, in ya black book my name was crossed out
Went from starting the second string
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your
The road to my soul wasn't paved with gold
It was paved with hot 97 mix tapes and HOV
Curry and roti on mommy's stove
Black ballerinas in Harlem
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
protestin' to get in a fuckin' look book
Everything I scribble's like
An anarchist's cookbook (Look good
Posin' in the centerfold of Crook Book)
Black on black
itch
Willing witch
Forlorn war horn
Black far mistress horizons
Sliced eyes on ice
My price is life
Zona Rosa's knife
Ereshkigal
Move in silence
Flow
They bankrupt
We cop homes
By in large
Make news laws
To prevent their loans
From going on
Draw black lines
Over the zones
Put them in public housing
And he's a charmer in the books
Car ride home
She's gonna pay for that shine
Come down
Just a little lower love
Don't want you getting too high
Come down
droppin', the 6 was poppin'
By looking at me couldn't tell all of
Proper, preparation, prevents, poor, performance, that's just a little bit
That star ain't
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