Lyrics:
the judge
Man I'm jumping off subject lets get back to presenting proof
What about the 9 black Christians that was killed by Dylan Roof
They were praying in
to flow
And as your skin glow graced by the sun with a kiss
With your natural hair curly coils tight as a fist
Now that's black power light or dark
You
tear a nigga lips off nigga
Better keep your grip for them problems
Twelve am up in harlem
A nigga talking shit go solve em
You trey eight or revolve em
[Aesop Rock and Dose One]
This is not your ordinary ballad
With a perfect little bow around the middle
And a black man on a white horse
grill so I could
Remind myself
Yah
I'm from the gudda
And I'll never disguise myself
Not at all
I'm really out here
By myself
Yah
Really out here posted
Yeah I know it may not look like it
But I'm asking you what does?
My day has gone from bad to worse
I got to thinking that you're the cause
I
and observe
Loose lips be the problem avoiding (Too much)
I'm a man of my word
Not here for the bullshit just my cheese (Them hunnids)
Bitch I'm young and I'm
thoughts making me sad
I got no problems with you babe
But I got problems with myself
I tried to solve them by myself
Not even talking to your face
I felt
myself, dressed in all black
I'll just party by myself
A love like poison, makes it that much sweeter
The angel in my bed is not the demon in my bed
We all agree tonight all of the speakers have
Agreed that America has a
Very serious problem
Not only does America have
A very serious problem
But
niggas
I don't play with y'all niggas
Give 'em hell
See you may not know the name
But I know you see the trail
Man I used to date a gangster chick
But
nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we
ta meet ya they just heard my music they like where is he from
Teeter teeter hip hop r&b rolled up like mr. Pita
Call it either black boy singin yellow
with an E-N-T
On my J-O-B
Motherfucker on duty
Badmon used to be big like Rudy
First time I ever seen a party turn movie,
Black dvds with the bottles
Fendi had 'em running em track
Niggas might see me but I do not lack, hop out that V nigga gon get packed
We on a drill masked up, all black, BT, two
burn the flow can't be good for your health
Put the beats on da track like I got a black belt The way I kick it and flip it you gon' need help
I'm
All the fury of my heart is under my fears
All the listeners can see that I’m not here
All the words that I could say can't be spoken with lips
All
these problems with this llama on my mind
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside
They make it harder by the day, gotta keep this hope alive
I'm a nigga
La de da de da de da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all probably fry
I think that my brain is fried
La de da de da de da
Do not
You shouldn't have doubted
You gotta acknowledge that supa king is a problem
See it now deez fakers don't want me around
CuZ I'm not flashing gs n
Pop pop pop another shot
See another black kid living life without his pops
Steady searching for peace but we flashing all of our glocks
And we aim
to solve em
They don't know, it only leads the way
to a bright more positive day
By itself, it's NOT the bright day
Sit up straight, and hear
against each other-
That pay money to see black and brown suffer
I'm feelin like a test subject:
I stopped performing because I'm not above it
If you black
strategy
Reluctant to recycle the tactics of yesterday
As if the enemy is not prepared, protected, and more concerned with today
Far from frightened by our
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