Lyrics:
away, where it all still lasts
Eyes looking straight, and we never turning back
We gon' be great, gotta stay on track
Summers final days, yeah it went
practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper
The church of scientology, feminine biology
Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. alive and we
Polluted by
back, give a fuck about what you wanna call that
New school Terror Squad
Terror gone, terror god
Little white bumps on gold keys
People act like
back to slave timing)
Wag wag them tiny hands (Separate quarters kept tidy)
Wag wag them like a white massah at upstart Africans
Pump up them tiny
a distraction
I'm waiting patiently for a turn in my direction
It cannot just be me that's affected by electric pulses
From static white noise that keeps
up by my feet
Hating niggas need to sit im satisfied
Assisting sending them to satan obviously
Great when we was all casefile free
Maybe we was all
start the lynching
But stand silently by while it happens
Justifying with your false narrative
Benefitting from white supremacy
You call patriotism
Make
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be right
Back after a message about
A white tornado, white lightning
Or white people
You will not have
His last name is White and he was born black
Freddy is good as they come, always got your back
His last name is Black and he was born white
Kenny is
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
We always wear this great big smile, never do look sour
Travel all over the country, playing by the hour
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young
the hot
I'm a flow from the soul when you can't hold me back
Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track
I'm a simply simply always attach
Jeepney Music by
the hot
I'm a flow from the soul when you can't hold me back
Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track
I'm a simply simply always attach
Jeepney Music by
struggles, young black saviour
Get stabbed in the back like Duncan
Surrounded by all of these goddamn traitors
Nonetheless, I'm good when I stay up all night
and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Something ain't right, hit
for the dance floor
I know you adore 'cause that's what you came for
The ice rhymer is back and livin' large
And when I'm at a show you better wear
it?ll break your back
With the beat so loud playing too $hort raps
That?s it, I?m set
No need to talk that bullshit
I need a, oaktown, big time sound
yellow, and green to keep white folks from running into each other
By the way how you gon' invent a cotton gin when you ain't picked no cotton?
If necessity
at the rhythm
Hit them put venom in them, bloody up him in his jeans
And watch the white shirt study the scene, I mean
Gang bangin' ain't go' never cease
As long
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
on his kids
He ever want to get back in, that load gon' go to Memphis 10
Off-white brick step in the kitchen like Ja Morant jump out the gym
Biggest
hey white boy
Play that funky music
So i hopped up on the stage and said
"How do i do this"
But then that rhythm started bumping
And i got up started
Talkin' that drive-by shit
Everybody talkin' that gangsta shit
Talkin that drive-by shit
Everybody talking that gangsta shit
Slaves to the rhythm
Glory is on our way[?]
Worship the sun, Great Spirit.
Born of the mother earth,
Seek for the true white brother.
We are the chosen people, give
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