Lyrics:
feet of pure white snow
Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my Lord Oh my
wine
Please don't let me catch you at the red light
Seen you DUI up off of great white
Just know your blood is colored by
Alright, I got time I ain't got
Workin' our ass off tell me how we stealing their jobs?
See my people will do anything for survival
While you will drown with your ass so entitled
Keep your
Who are you? You don't know?
Don't tell me 'Negro' that's nothing
What were you before the white
Man named you a 'Negro'? What was your name?
It
of the work yourself
People she's busy running her brand
She's inspiring a meme that
Will keep us busy for months she is
Tasting the Moscato and smelling
that built the 13 colonies
And predicated policy
Dedicated to segregating and perpetuating the feeling that keeps white people
Thinking we better by
Then ya throw your hands high in the air
Ya rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rocking to the beat without a care
With the sure-shot m.C.s
sometimes I'm Vincent Gallo.
I might as well play in the water since it's shallow.
keep my real name out of your mouth unless I'm present,
life can get
an oath could be wrapped around
your shoulders
like a new coat:
For your 28 dollars a week and the bastard boss
you never let yourself hate
and the work,
a minute eyy
Of your time
Of your time
Never play
Never play yourself, never play yourself
You don't need him
Cause you made yourself, cause you made
I want your love i want you drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love love, love, love
I want your
could take it back
Hold that shit down and get your weight up
Put in your pill papers and
Keep your faith up
'Cause when you was trappin'
Baggin' your
driving that
You think’s defining who you are
Running from yourself you’ll find
There is no hiding
So, boast about your Prada
And your Christian Dior
Still
lyrics dem great
Test me, and you'll, test your fate
BLAM! BLAM! Jamal now can know yes you are the Don an' a
come in now KRS-One, an'
Then ya throw your hands high in the air
Ya rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rocking to the beat without a care
With the sure-shot m.C.s
place
By the time I'm done with this I'm gone be there with the greats
My brother sellin pure white like the Aryan race
When I asked to get into it he
Generational Wealth
Tryna build something like that but not by myself
Need a wifey in nothing but a white tee
Make love all night got her smiling
I'm great like the white see
You know I'm a shark, Megalodon tonight
Soon as I smell some blood, then it's over it's alright
They know I'm a lot and I
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
want these shackles free
My hands up officer
What more could you want from me?
Clear you just see red
Judgement clouded by jealousy
I'm tired of fucking
(Keep your hands off my)
He's mine (bay-ee-a-by)
Yay, yay, yeah, he's mine
(Keep your hands off my)
You better watch yourself, now (bay-ee-a-by)
(Nine hundred and nineteen)
Keep your hands to yourself
I never asked for help
I said I'm good by myself
And I'd rather get the wealth
Keep your
gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
while my vogues burn, up and down the street
style
The kinda jam that used to make you smile
The kinda thang that made ya mama go wild
Third great white boy - 24 mile
Keep it squeaky clean mop & glo
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