Lyrics:
Verse
Got a clear eyed lamp shade
Full pack of empty's
Stick with the black tape
Busted up on spray paint she knows
Wheels off the trolley
She's
Experiment, indeed it was big
When they used the black man as a guinea pig
Animalism, pumped on a lower level
But can only be the works of the devil
And I'm
plug you'll be up
Feel like everybody's making it by faking it
On link up with Ski masks trying to make a hit
On GRM in a bentley with a hard bodied
Forget tomorrow
Forget it all
Feel like I'm running
Straight into the wall
Everything's burning
But they're all greed and cold
Success and Money,
thalidomide
Is this the way it all ends up to be?
Just the one-eyed flipper child and me?
Now I can picture you so clear
Inside my imagination
With your eyes
Black Market, we the voice of the people
Live it out, whether right or illegal, feel me?
unceasing cries everywhere, rivers of blood I feel on my lips
the black fire is finally here, it's time to run run run
Black Fire from hell... of evil
By Lies
Black... Black... Black...
Do You Believe
In The Bright Side Of Life?
You Still Look Sad
Are You Afraid Of Death?
You'll Never
by the bay
5 o clock vibes bro im really living for the sunrise
Quarter ounce of freedom I get high when I feel low
Break another seal you see it
the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide
A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside
Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack
the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide
A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside
Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack
said I could not bear this burden
I was blinded by ignorance and fear
But I feel my heart begin to widen
Now you're here
Seven days we traveled down
fuck on that nigga, I fill him with lead (with lead)
It ain't shit you can do that'll fuck with my heart (my heart)
I got caught at the mall by a nigga
feel alive
Her black eye matches my black eye
So we look pretty good together
Don't need no super sleuth
Blame it on the drink
And on the mis-spent youth
the face by a cop, close casket
An open and shut situation
Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue
Essaye aka Sin's Advocate
I got a story for y'all
This is the realness
I hope you feel this
It's mental illness
Raw truths right here
Listen
What
fraternity
My lyrics come so fuckin clean-cut surgically
Switchin lanes, pass you by on the far side
I spot clout chasers a mile off real sharp eyed
I'm a made
I wish I wasn't I wish I had emotions but
Man fuck Bruce he a bitch
Bruce them waves is fake
Where your durag at?, you can tell by the shape
Fuck out
and the words that were said
Drowned by a spring that was born to forget
So dry me a river and fill it with sand
I won't spend this summer alone in the bed
Fine
always be maintained
Niggas wanna try you but you tell me it's in vain
Now I got caught up by this brown eyed ting
Not an artist but for me she will sing
time
But not to skip a beat
She had a cottage by the sea
And by it, harvest herbs
She knew some secrets of the earth
And listened when it stirred
When
During the blacks trade by their own black families or tribes
This theory is very controversial
Because some black and even white historians
Think it is
I met you on a roller coaster
Drive by shooting
In a big black roadster
It felt so good
We danced in clubs
In ballroom gowns
Lined them up
Baby, when we go and slide?
When we go and slide? (It's Pop Smoke)
51, 67, Patek Philippe on the wrist (uh)
Why we in the bed? We coulda did it
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