Lyrics:
it's off the pursuits
Back in fatigues, black tees and Timberland boots nigga
The year is new I want my spot back
Take 2, matter fact take the whole
where you visit
The Devil's plan is all exquisite, all to distract me
Lord's still my Shepard, but now I guess I'm the black sheep
By the way, what
I still beat the pussy like the cops do blacks
When I'm out in Miami I text my Cuban link up
Only kind of bitch I'm built for
Yo one time I hit raw
mattress through the roof
This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
hard
That's even 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
He Played Real Good For Free
by Joni Mitchell
sung by David Crosby on the Crosby, Stills and Nash album "Allies"
I slept last night in a good
make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now
black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be?
TIM-BA-land, now haters want to get at me
Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
He
to Tiahuanaco and the Peruvian jungle I shall duly tell him of the catalyst which compelled me to those cursed black vaults in ancient Ur, should Hildebrandt
the night
Leaving our mark upon this sight
Of one thousand albums of
Decadent sonic might
We are the black wizards of the east
We are the sonic force
success will leave you breathless
I take the oxygen out of your lungs
Me I don't talk to snakes and pigs
I avoid all swine and dodge every cobra
Black
drive keep gassing me I’m in my 5th gear shift art for the Sistine chapel up in the Vatican inspire to get this black wealth by Dr Claud Anderson can’t
the cheese
The first maps were drawn up by the blacks
But these white historians don't wanna acknowledge that
They try to keep us in the dark in a nigga trap
preaching
For the black and white and Puerto Rican
At eleven I just started tweaking
Right at Helene Grant what was I thinking
Let that suicide thoughts
rappers make you comfortable
Culture shock
Y'all gon have to deal with me
Wait until my album drop
They thought we was one and done
If you offended by my
needed this on my album, young mogul with the bars, black hole among stars; trap flow stay hard, make you scream good god; student of the rap game, music
pavements
Rick mask, so I don't get too famous
Smoking cookie, I get high off the Amos
Black as fuck, well-deserved celebration
Morning wood, she be callin'
got more styles up there
So I'll put it together and come out
With an album every single year
Listen here, something new is going on
So of course Blast
be distracted by this one, that one
Or other sounds
You can talk that hate but it's
Better to spread that love around
This is just that wisdom I
Give
I'm black hearted
I threw away our pictures but I know that I'm still being haunted
And I am so numb
I was blinded by your love
You were my drug in both
coming uncivil dropped in to make these n*ggas shrivel
I came in the game feelin' like I'm Cameron Pruitt
Motion flow like fluid
Skid up all black it's
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