Lyrics:
I once had a dream, I flew to Saturn in a tin box
Leaving this rock, I can still feel the aftershocks
Searching through black skies and bright nights
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat
The master of the microphone is here and he's black
Recitin poetry,
bombs, and word to mom, I'ma blow his arms
Six shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? arms
I put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps
a score
Spewing forth the lies
Silence your scorn,silence your cries
It never ends,the greed for power
Conquering lands,declaring all die
Until
for it all down at the grand Ole Opry
You can go walkin' through the Hall of Fame
And one by one, remember the names
Willie Nelson, Jimmy Rodgers,
unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
""There's no path to follow There's no path to follow There's a line in the sand Put there by a man By a man whose children who built the castles
and a dream
And I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor,
Black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator
I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin',
you in the sky, you will never land
Like Peter Pan, you gon' see the man
You gon' need 'em, yeah, huh
I got demons, yeah, blind, blind, dreads
Black
Before you get
Blown away
You know where I come from
The place where your fate is a mic
Or a bull, or a dum dum
A jail cell, a pine box
Loosely suited in black If I ever
pay you back If my money and wallet's intact I'll probably
be in a box laying down Loosely suited in black Loosely
suited
a wanton thing
Can plunge on burnt, black wings
To hang amid the thorns
In scarlet, like velvet worn
About the clouded moon
Who wanes in solitude
I
Electromagnetic beam, I get charged
Rhymes I run right thru em like a big box of Trojan large
Mc's tried to hang but its a Brooklyn thang
Poison
40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
Black ink splashing on the white paper
Drawing some lines on its surface
With stories, memories of a whole life
Forever forgotten in any box
Darkness scorns the fallen light
The troubled son greets love with spite
And these well-worn tragedies
Are the sombre ways of beauty's decree
When
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
deranged world, wit snitches is enterprisin'
Black Man hold on, like Magnums in the Wind
Cuz when it get cold, parole give a homey like ten
What's
Apparent to the throne
Can't run in the Serengeti in the
Young and I'm ions beyond the box
Flow free on
But still will Ghost Recon a cop
So phenomenal by
It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
the layers of decay with vicious rancor and bitter scorn
To get at the cold, dead heart of the matter which we bring forth to
Mourn
Carnage canonized
We
treat us like opps to leave us dead in a box
Nobody love us but the hopeless, so we misunderstood
They feel like black lives don't matter, we just
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
Saw you on the disco floor grooving like a ghost
Haunted by your lovely sway you left me wanting more
I was hitting my two-step in my checkered shoes
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