Lyrics:
the dark
But be blinded by the light
We are all the same whether we
Black or we white
And I can make u hate me just by being who I like
And then a lie
A lie
manage this like Ashanti
Killin' hoes, killin' foes and killin' flows
Black jeans, black hoodie, these are killer clothes
Damn, maybe I shoulda signed
rocked it well
But instead he rocked that
Hair full of braids
Braided by his girl Leecy
Went to Simeon, nigga had game kinda cold
Never killed a soul
So we
rise again
If you to feel like joinin' us, you can
Monsters monsters
Call us by our name
That's what we are
We have tempers to tame
Monsters monsters
car I'm shielding my guitar
And there were some things that I did not tell him
There were certain things he did not need to know
And there were
I'm not black
And I don't know how it feels
But being judged by your color
Man that shouldn't be real
We all human, why we act like we not?
I
to
Come on!
Yeah Chris, yeah, I like that right there, yeah!
Come on!
Kaytranada, classic
Waste these niggas, son
I gotta doctorate in rockin' it
We
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
got my first stick and that
Bitch was all black like Barack
I got a lil’ bitch and she
Twerk like the daughter of Barack
I got a new spot with them
stresser, Street the aggressor
I apply pressure, until your lungs explode
Over choke flows, rap, over load
I live by the code style that's mad PLO
Shaolin
Or could put me down
I might like it
Slice me nice
I'll stop trying
I'm a little bit repelled by my attraction
Just pull that fuckin trigger
I won't mind it
a decent
And safe place to live (yeah, that's right)
And if we start dotting the
Black Community with businesses (YEAH)
Opening up factories
(WHAT ELSE?)
different
Huge difference
Playboy
Hugh Hephner
We wasn't close
When the crew left ya
On some bullshit now
I don't recognize the disguise
That you running with
the midnight moon
Her restless body stirring
Until the magic morning hour
Like poison it succumbs her
Her baby skin her old black dress
Her hair it twists
(Come on, man, Come on)
Yeah this what it felt like
When I grew up in New York
Mike Cash, what up?
I want my kids to grow up
In a all black
crazy (on God)
I went No Limit dance on the daily (on God)
That choppa turn ya like pages, uh (on God)
Headshot your face lookin' crazy, uh (on God)
the portrait
of a Black boy
in bloom,
the brown eyed baby
Whose birth's purpose
Was to unearth poems.
When I was in the 9th grade,
I became brilliant
the portrait
of a Black boy
in bloom,
the brown eyed baby
Whose birth's purpose
Was to unearth poems.
When I was in the 9th grade,
I became brilliant
my gat, my Ac'
Bank account fat, it's goin' down like that
And pardon the French, but let me speak Italian
Black stallions wildlin' on Shaolin
That
away
What to do for I've heard they are good
But we've also been told they can't be understood
By simpletons like me, and should never be
So why try
inside
Black eyed
Before you know it
You're punished for
Actions you have long suppressed
You might wonder why you fell
Thought you did well
But welcome my
tightly
And I write nightly like Spike Lee
Let me break it down
I been having a maid since the 8th grade with a fade
Rapping by the swings
Nice ]
I got a shitload of story tales in my sack
Please come in, hang your coat on the rag
While you at it, make my coffee black
So I can get
i remember that day like it was any day// not just any other day, but any point in time // it was a moment//flashed by, a couple hours at a time //
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