Lyrics:
Smelled on your aura, heaven scent
I know you were hurt
By some damn peasant
I wrote you an album, I got presents
Yeah you dyed your hair all black
And I'll
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
by ourself
And play them hatin ass muthaufuckas to the left
I ride in the back wit lil buss niggas
All of em back wit em black wit em black pumps
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
the album, I was floatin' on the cover
I pit my car, they let a lad in
I was floatin' on the cover, made a message out a mess
Got 'em clothes up the flow
question please.
I.B. - Ah. Wow. In your album you disrespect women by calling us hoes. Why is that?
Dres - Listen, listen, listen. Honey, ho is merely
of the secrets I'm keepin' 'em
The MSFTS Kevin Smith
Go ahead and call me four-eyes
Auto-pilot when I drive by
No license, big surprise
In that all black, Alfreds
Yo you couldn't see my with a telescope
Words to cancer smoke your antidote
Give me the remote turn them off
I'll let my album melt your ass
when I’m attacking the horde
Of wack rappers, backpackers, emo pussies
Mad hatters, feeble rookies, like Black Sabbath-
You’re paranoid, It’s the planet
Uh
The Black Sean Connery
Martini glasses and the olives me
Wavy like the top of the sea
Legends acknowledge me
I gotta be
What the book said in
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
and my soul is black
NECRONOMICON, SOFOMON'S KEY, EIBON'S BOOK and
DE VERMIS MYSTERIES (Forbidden books, unholy thoughts)
I've talked to the dead
on the track
Uh
Like Peggy in the sheets
With your mom
Uh huh
Black County, New Road can't touch this
Black Midi, stinks
Uh
Yea
Uh huh
My favorite album-
Oh, it-
ass
I go to the club man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw on my jeans
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz
alone seeing me really upset
Good guys don't win better off savage
Trying make bands no Black Sabbath
Stayin' for the night not talking bout Gladys
Just
Yeah, it's time Black
It's time
You feel that magnetic, right?
Let's get 'em
And we're all just spokes in a big ol' wheel
Hopin', turnin',
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E.P.
ride
But I won't lie, sometimes life felt like a drive-by
Still that same kid you met, spittin' sci-fi
I was thirteen makin' beats in Gatlinburgs Five
build a case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
Hold it fo' ten
Five lucky to be alive
I only got one mo' album to do
I'm thinking different I ain't black my G
Let me apologize for past cause that was blasphemy
Had to get my spirit right, bruh I'm an Israelite
Yeah
corrupt
Nation in the world
35 years old that's what that nation is now
Here's America, 226 years old 30 years ago
Black folk got the right to
Vote you're
comedy
I’m cautiously watching every step I don’t move so commonly
You sending shots, you dancing with devil
My niggas like black sabbath with the heavy
the reaper
Triple digits while I listen to Sabbath
Don't get in the car and play sad shit
Off the shrooms and I don't wanna crash
If you're my bro, then we're
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