Lyrics:
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
we used to take turns, being black is a feeling i know for long time.
Being Black is a thing
Living Black is a dream
Because of the color we gatta
In a modern age
Dance before the storm, don't look back to where you've been
The horror's even further as the sands of time run thin
Dance before
for a dinner date
Aye black mask in a black van
Yeah It's hammer time minus baggy pants
We gone the cripple game you don't stand a chance
Malcolm X with
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
Light it up like the Dutch when the hash melt
Only time they see him is when they need him with the cash belt
Ay carumba, now that's my number
One dry
And I might shoot his ass in the face, straight up
Don't believe in hoe problems so I leave these hoes
You did that time by yourself so you don't need
Ahem
I'd like for you to take this time
And remember where you was the first time you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times you've
Break the silence made
By the violent ways
A snake ate the key
To the lock of my maze
Bird's eye garden scene
Exile from the keep
The fog flowing
resources for the well-being and improvement of his life.
The key for the betterment and completeness of modern living is education.
But, "Man cannot live by
cin't come to talk about no Os or no keys you need stats on my file you can check your OG'S.
Don't wanna know about your Bimmer or Benz, I wanna know
not been defeated
You're all strong bones they hold no water
Got the big fake smile, you just get sadder
Time wound down and you've been cached
hold future, of mankind
They are your future, of all mankind
Black holes collide
Tearing through space and time
Pathic humans, they watch helplessly
Lighted up by the black sun of underground
In this world they got the key to time and space
And forces too strong for mankind to know.
O land vril-ya
the super rich who call it modern living
But the man from the east calls it a wilderness
Cause heaven for whites is hell for blacks in america
Heaven
Shadow let go there's something you should know
I Just found my new direction and I hope you like the key
Like the air that led me to it she's
in the house by eight o'clock
Organized crime bitch, all the time bitch
Get off his dick and get on mine bitch
I be smokin' like a broke-down
our cognition
Elusive entropy floating among the rubble of time
Universe instability is key to cosmic implosion
Galaxy devouring galaxy, worlds
Yo cuz, ringsend and Compton on a track what
The fuck’s up with that?
Where I come from bricks get danced on
Then sold by the fellas with the amps
her
If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her
It ain't safe for the black
on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
"Boy you should've known by now" ..
Compton's in the house
Yeah, it's time to put Compton on de map, don't ever
he made the rims poke
Trust me they can't touch P, in one touchie
Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy
Admire the verses, their inspired by
in religion
Yet if you go to de next round
Then you guilty, (by association)
To de outside world
Everything fine
Nothing out of time
And your rendition
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
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