Lyrics:
you'll bring a girl close to tears
I ripped up my lyric book, gave myself the blackest look
Black looks
You would think by now I wouldn't miss this place
more can I say, we stay building
And make killings
Take children through the wilderness, by the hand
It's a great feeling, show 'em how to be a man
Step back man, I ain't a black man
But everytime I grab the mike I rock a phat jam
Without the Slimfast, and if I skim past
You know I step up and get
name to Clint
She told me I'm fresh, sucked me off like a mint
Don't got the energy to pretend, but still some don't get the hint
Hand in my pocket, no
cook collard greens and yams better than your aunt
Man, we started with a mustard seed
Now we in the gray 911 with the mustard seats
Sheesh, matte
is a choice, angels dressed in black
Every man is a man, more than meets the eye
Every day is a day, you turn your life around
Any house built by man
One, two, three, go
The ice was freezin'
My brother almost drowned
I jumped in to save him
On his way, way down
Then it went black and I went in
getting too thick
Better take this body for safety
But, fuck man, it smells like shit
Where's the sunshine, father?
Why's the sky black, mother?
What's
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
what it is
Sorry to my ancestors (I'm so sorry), I know I'm supposed to fight (I know)
But this ice shinin' brighter than a black man's plight, I'ma
the fight
Lived to die, for revolution music
Said get up, stand up, revolution to the only black
Sun of Man, the son of god
Get up, stand up, rest in
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
and
Leave this whole galaxy shook
I'm all of Buzz Aldrin
Crossed with Clint Eastwood
Around the Outer Worlds
I've found no boundaries
Just stores of resources
Old friends turned to fake
Fuck I’m way too baked
Tokyo is in it
Tokyo the name
Chokin' by the chain
And never speak again
Watch yo mouth
Watch yo
through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges? Mind's saying, "let it go,
on land and storms assail
Captains roar and the women wail
A half a million Nixon babies
Some with toys and some with rabies
Hunted by the man in black
Hoe kept looking over her motherfucking shoulder black
That's when I seen them fools roll up in the Cadillac
And like Bone say them bitches holla
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
to the bar but she comin' right back
Bet a shot of x-o'll get you on the right track
You got yo girl with you, better hold her hand, I'm a mack on attack
Or just some cosmic force dishing out the pain
Well, I've got news for you
The black cloud's gone away
Stop and look and you will see
Today's a better day
up
Fuck with me
Snap my fingers
Turn to dust
Gotta love for Mary Jane
Like I'm Spider-Man
Flyin by dropping bombs
Like green goblin
Come at ya in
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
you love how that black man swing?
We keep it real, tell Holyfield
He next in line
So get his heart problem checked
'fore he steps to mine
And Seldon, I
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