Lyrics:
the wig-splitters and skid bitters who gets realer
Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga
Who got the keys to the Jeep? Sim Simmer
We never heard of yo clique but
need to change
Your future's with us
You look a wreck
Left your key inside the door
And my rook will check
Across this black and white chess board
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
cause I know majors
Back to my music, back to my papers
Back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces
Back to my boy whose discussing my wages
One by one
Reach into that little mini-bar and pull a beer out
Loose, there's cranberry if you need it for the gray goose
By now I got my pants around my ankles
Like a kettle of keys
One of which might unlock all of these
If these are the black gates of hell
Then I'm sorry for the life I've wasted so
I
by page I laid them out to dry
What I knew I shouldn't read
How could you love somebody so much
Knowing they've chosen to leave?
I miss what we
on the block call me a black Blake Carrington
Handsome as hell, I dress real swell
By the tone of my voice maybe you can tell that I
Shampoo with Prell and live
of the dead Where the ashes of the enlightened are she'd Forever bound to the eternal black flame The northern tower was said to be Indestructible by their
ever be
Such a crazy.
Gave her a key so she could come and go,
But she never left. Ooo Lord have mercy.
She brought her fucking little black cat over
stones
America's laws disorientated by
Bush's lies on
Foreign relations this ain't war
We invaded and stole
Oil and rations, destroyer of nations
It's
the rocks
Till i get one imma give what i got/
Remember the days when they wanted me stuck in a box, I found the key to the lock, thats why they speak on my
powers of this being
Malevolent creation
His insatiable hunger for the galaxy
Will devour the realms of existence
Three million multiverses eaten by this
at home
Feds on the mission to catch man slippin'
By time they sniffin' along, man's ghost
Bro who do you suppose I could go to and talk 'bout a small
in Sicily
But you know my hoody was made in Italy
Gimme that Louie drip please
And a iceberg history that's a bit a me
Got belts by Ferragamo, but
flashed before my eyes
You were laughing total Recall
I saw doors with no keys black Debts
My heart leapt and I caught it in my teeth
I tried to catch
take the stand on your faction (Never)
Runnin' through the back door I
Got the back end drug dealer car
So you know I got the black Benz (Woo)
AMG
is real fact
That post-deal rap, know they gon' feel that
Still young, still black
Know the past is the past, but Mann is still that
They think
salvadorian
Ridin' shotgun in this new black DeLorean
It's back to the future, I don't act accordingly
I snatch words out of the air and think distortedly!
imagination'
Educate, break down and formulate
Dictate, Don't speculate, --Don't be a failure
Parasite,--Know, sense, think, read and write
Translating black
I'm your new A&R, Black
I'ma book some overtime, you write some more rhymes
And
[Chorus: 2x]
When I charge the emcee, equals a bar a key
Just
The perfect heist, the perfect getaway
And it's our proverbial payday in a loser sort of way
Take the keys, take the back roads,
And our hair is
of signs came
Music retail was a wise aim
In the early 20s blues defined the game the time frame
That black music was segregated and jazz climbed to fame
the game commence
disrespect yourself from all your lies
Father by the name would you play the game
pin me down as I am now
Bring me down 'cause you won't
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