Lyrics:
face.
The flame he lit by leaving
Is still burning strong
By the lights it's plain to see
The suffering still goes on.
The time has come to part,
Take his chains, shorty, leave your mans for me (can I trust you?)
Grab this cam, shorty, OnlyFans for me, uh
By a show of hands, who want a fatal?
with basics (dime, gotta)
Like 'em plain Jane like them Rollie faces (plain, Rollie)
Never had a dollar, boy you too contagious (never, no)
Ain't
You only get a single chance
The rules are very plain
The truth is well concealed inside
The details of the game
You can hear it coming
You
mouth
Paint my face white and tried
Reinvent the sea one wave at a time
Speak without my voice
And see the world by candlelight
I ain't afraid
From gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face lifts
I'm lookin' over my shoulder
It's about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed
wasting half is life on sniffing glue
Now he's reformed, working for the red the
White and blue
Plain sailing, safe surfing
Pocket full of back stab
weeks spectacle on display.
In plain sight, still too white, not white, black or black enough, an actor in a social play.
cm I an artistic NFT currency,
no blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get no blood on the dope
Blood on the dope, blood on the floor, blood on your ho
My young nigga
for the dead to show its face
whose turn is it anyway?
white chain rope fear be still my dear
a bullet in the head now he's dead
a friend of a friend
always got work, so we ain't gotta get work
And if you ain't gettin' your work from us you bound to get jerked
We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
made this a world full of wars
Oh God break your silence and let your justice shine forth
Show some mercy, Oh Lord
Cause I can see a people
leg.
Then I dealt with your boss, who'd never known about loss and who always was too proud to beg.
There's a white diamond gloom on the dark side
with skin so pale
On her face an images of pain
Snow is now falling to the frozen ground
The angel is covered by white
Frost is spreading across
faces but none of 'em mirror me
show my ID to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad
walked by a bitch who think she's God
Everybody MC Serch!
Black cat is bad luck, bad guys wear black
Musta been a white guy who started all that
(Make the Gas Face!) For those little white
20, I'm from the south
Be a part
Break my heart
Get ready for this
Mind your own biz
People in the front
Show me what you want
And I
One for the treble, two for the bass
Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince back up in your face
Me and Jeff again, "Oh my" you say
1985 to the Y2K
The new
lock
And if you think you fucking with me nigga
Hit that stu' hard
And get your fucking game right
Plain and simple boss
Of theatrical sabotage
Triumphs your will!
I've a special review
Yes I know you really do!
I've been saving for years
Yes I know you really have
For a show just
circuit, be your own program
Cause we all wanna dance, just wanna dance
Dance, we wanna dance, just wanna dance (2x)
It's summer, in the city
I'ts
sippin' barre
Smokin' weed, sellin' white
Them other niggas shit don't come back right
That's how niggas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Come under the shadow of this gray rock –
Come in under the shadow of this gray rock,
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow
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