Lyrics:
And after all these years I learned what those branches were for
They used to hang ‘em here, back in the days of ole Jim Crowe
A black man I knew from high
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Crowe shit
This ain't what you foreseen
But we don't have the proper books to be doctors or prowess to lock in with a sports team
From Compton to Fort
equality no need to say mas
N because we need to come together to build the nation stronger
Empire full of blacks um-hm yes sir
When I get on my knees and I
What my alter bring
Cut a pig let um bleed
And we'll summon demons
Ails black eyes black looking like a snack
Only fuck dead hoes necoremaniac
Blunt
in a boat, made him row,
made him work for Jim Crowe.
eeny meeny miny mo catch a nigger by his toe
make him know that he ain't better than no animal.
me for my man
Um hmm, oh yeah, mm hmm, miss thang is really after him
Uh huh, yeah, but you know, I'm going for a black out with him
Oh yeah, girl,
Though I walk through the valley, they know
That's a different text
In the gym with the Jim Crowe
That's a different flex
Whether black, white, or red
problems fix em all with black woman by my side
What you got is a prize, a gift from the most high
We need you to complete the cipher bring wisdom
um ônibus
Babylon by Gus, Babylon by Gus
Através da escrita e do canto, de guerra ou de alento
Eu sigo em frente e atravesso o tempo
Genuíno no
raped
A figures been through my drawers
Always read the times in between the black
Spent my summers in that country
So I consider myself a Jack
Some
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
in the flick called "Juice"
Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice
Gets paid to sex
Inspired by true crimes
It's not a game, it's nothing to play with
Turn it off then come back the next day
It's here to stay struggle that is
I'm so
what's an orchestrator?
To orchestrate is-
Where's Webster?
Listen, man, you gon' be wrong, an orchestrator is, um
But for what we talkin' 'bout, we
black
No, I don't cap and do ever, no pitty (whoa)
These niggas opps, they hang with the opps
So I can never chill with 'em, 'cause bird by a flock
I
guerrillas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground
(P and Silkk)
Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm
askin' for a favor, where the commas at?
Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy
Um, it's 1972, an election year and
Once again, black people
black leader in America
I ain't trying to b a black leader (black leader)
To get bought by corporations and mislead the
Community, those you swore you
Um…
But then you have Black women
And
We're kinda just cathicng shit from all sides
So i think once you like make it to a certain point in your life,
Huh, make my motherfuckin' day
'Cause you'll be one dead motherfucker black
I'ma put you ass on you back
I won't play no games wit cha boy
You'll
Huh, make my motherfuckin' day
'Cause you'll be one dead motherfucker black
I'mma put your ass on your back
I won't play no games wit cha boy
You'll
happen
one night in Manhatten, chillin, buggin
Me and some of the crew went around to this club and
peeped it, scoped it, hope the shit was rockin
Stuns by
and ain't no reaching them
By day I be teaching them, by night I'm a heathen, um
Chilling with freaks and a ghetto Eritrean
Plus a Norwegian, look like
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