Lyrics:
been one hell of a run
Album number truces, found him in a booth nostalging
With Dre pounding the beat machine
O Trice say nothing, deleting them
out ya ass!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are
truthfully its you they use
As inspiration
I'm inspired by your dedication
I dedicate this one to you
She flexing in her complexion she black girl fly
Melanin
To risk everything.
In your goblet the wine is black
As a moonless night
Wet your lips before you kiss
The blazing light
Bets are off but the game is
scarey
So hold me in your arms
I want to be your only possession
Used, used, used by men
All they leave behind is money
Paper made out
hypothetical
These are the facts, a little metaphysical
We are one, every heart every lung
So why then was the black man hung?
He was hung by
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Ground bottle six with the permanent bliss
Razor sharp glass lips, give me
by
Shine like a crystal all through the night
One look will make a grown man cry
Step aside I got a starring role
Camera, Action, Here we go
Tonight we
or step aside
It's my point of view that took you by surprise
The sun's comin' up yeah the new dawn arrives
The generation standing stand with anger in
And shunned by society. In 1979 he released a double album called
"Plans For Suicide," announced his retirement, and hasan't performed in
Public since he's now
got love in the place
Shout out from up top (to the middle)
To black bottom (sky high)
Whether you colder than December
Or hotter than July
It
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
on the floor
But baby I gotta get through
Crumb by crumb in this big black forest
Maybe in you I'll believe
Maybe I'll believe in you
Suddenly I'm not
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
off with my red nail polish
Watch me in the swimming pool, bright blue ripples, you
Sitting sipping on your Black Cristal, oh yeah
Light of my
nose, lips
Oh, shit, the way you kill my vibe is so atrocious, it's bogus
I blocked you 'cause I don't live in the past, live in the moment
Last time
Love, respect and appreciation
To the Black society
And to the Black Panther party, we salute
It's the God Rakim, let's go
Uh, uh
1948,
Black sheep boy,
Blue-eyed charmer,
Head hanging with horns
From your father.
Oh,
In a cold little mirror you were grown,
By a black little
black suit.
Dangerous music, and the Dangerous Crew,
Oakland, Ca, and the Playboy too.
West coast rapping all over the place.
Too Short, baby, all in
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our
(Rawwest Nigga Alive)
Fuck the Cris', Legramme by the case
New Bugatti, who wanna race
Black Barbie,
in jail
Tryna make a plate anybody seen the scale
Lets go!
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be god damn if my rims ain't too
My
the streets, we back in the lab
Aight then, let's go Nas
It's time, it's album time, yeah
It's time?
It's time, Black, it's time
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