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being
Passed by in a fast ride, lefted behind.
All black, then it’s all white but it’s all right If you’re color blind, I’ll bring the light.

For Pete's Sake

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

Mecca and the Soul Brother

1992

the proper context
Here steps the one, the answer to the riddle
Survey says the black press can make you wiggle
The staff to the craft, the stroke of a pena

between us to fit
You're the cadence of our breaths together
An entire world's worth of emptiness
Just to separate right as we become our most intimate
We

it's getting erased
Films in my mind are inspired by real facts
But unrealistic, nothing never fits what I sightlessly expect
So each time I see you

Down the road where the black top ends, 
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends, 
We're used to gravel roads, and fishin' with cane poles,

Miracle

Wu-Tang Clan

A Better Tomorrow

2014

Heaven's sake, you pray God open the gate
In this modern day Sodom, that's their only escape
10 year olds are cold, no, they don't hesitate
2 up a G pack, he

momma raised her right
The sweetest voice you've ever heard
Three shot
Four shot
You're hangin' by a thread
She whispers in your ear
Another round with

and Maverick
Libra gang, so you know that I'm leveraged
I keep that black book and the black heat and seldom seen
Like I own a hundred thousand Krispy Kreme's

caught my eye

I might just pull up catch you by surprise
We move so quick not time for byes
Ride these waves while you're feeling high
I'm looking for

but they’ve been threatened by the texture…
Black Lives Matter,
Say No To Xenophobia,
Sheey party dey for Canada?
All of Us no fit jakpa…
No where safe

minute, for the hell of it
Been a long minute, but I needed it

I guess you never heard about the heartbreak king
Who had lost his crown by escaping
A life

replaced by your muffled screams
I paved the streets that you use myself
I killed your boss and I gave back his wealth
I look good in a black mask and skirt

up in the Babylon blues 

You a yellowin' book - got an amethyst skin - you been taken in by the parasites 
Feeding off your adrenalin 
You gotta fight

Stomp Em Out

Mobb Deep

Juvenile Hell

1993

style ain't fit, you need to flip the script 

and get on it, you might think it's all about that bullshit 

But shit get real, with a mac and two

and go way overseas with
Your name on a plane you just flown
Khalifa don't play by the rules
I don't bend 'em or break 'em
I'ma make 'em my own
Finna make

black
Keep the fit in tact with the Oreos to match
You said you tryna match? Hold on let me hit you back (Brr)
(I might not hit you back)
This a big bag

you need

I am I and you are you but once in a while we're through and through 
I fit the battle of Jericho with you, two by two 
Joshua fit the battle

bags in the U-Haul
You the baddest I've seen
Head to toe
You shining, I see you from so far
And she mess with the gleams, the seams
On the black tux, we

in a queue to pay their nomination dues 
We continued to gally drinking our Shatta Wale juice
Black Rasta rode by on the motor used 4 picking borla 
He

They lookin for the ones, that match the description  
dont let'em catch u slippin  
We got a suspect that fits the description, try and catch him

way)
Black-hearted because I lost it (I lost it)
Tryna be me better stop it, oh no
Ooh this that star shit
Ooh yeah I'm really a monster
Look at my fit

How they said a little black Sambo could never fit a crown 
Mama said now that you got it don't ever put it down 
Mama I swear I swear I'll never

Six foot a million
Nothing off the rack fit him
I dress like fingers of
Light through black nimbus
Ruined last Christmas
Probably ruin this Christmas

shit
How you flexing when your crew ain't shit
Nigga, you ain't shit
Probably trick on something you ain't hit
Try to do me but the shoe ain't fit