Lyrics:
Black cotton
Black cotton
Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tale
Ghetto gospel that is, listen
Rotten
some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
One, two, three, peace to the real G's
nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
(Listen)
Two words, United States, no love, no breaks
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, Black folks
Big Macs, fat
and watch the moon
Watching as the white light
slowly makes the night bright
Hours slipping by while time stands still
Think of black and black will
rather die enormous than live
Dormant by any means necessary
And all that other shit is to control you
If the churches took half the money they was
Making
Reserving our Terpsichorean powers
To dance by the light of the Jellicle Moon
Jellicle cats are black and white
Jellicle cats (as we said) are small
If it
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
this ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
quiet enough in the afternoon
Reserving our terpsichorean powers
To dance by the light of the jellicle moon
Jellicle cats are black and white
And this type of thinking also
Will bring an end
To the brutality inflicted upon
Black people by (black people)
And it is the only thing that
Will bring
weren't Black enough
Afraid to grow it 'cause your 'fro wouldn't nap enough
Since you name-dropped my fiancée
Let 'em know who you chose as your Beyoncé
OK, everybody ready to go,
Lets stand by and queue house lights to black in five...
Four...
Three...
Two...
One
Wind blows snow outside my windows
Crowd below runs wild in the streets
Two rented brothers race down two separate alleys
Heading for the finish
to trap hard
Black Stones in Muslim garb
Leaving the mosque from Jummah not far from Minister Farrakhan the students of Master Fard
Drive-by shootings,
the wilderness of Kadesh
*The Monoxide Child*
ban
*Shaggy 2 Dope*
laugh
*Unknown*
cuppen urges
*Violent J*
known by the lips of the seven churches
%Chorus ends%
County road two thirty-three under my feet
Nothin' on this white rock but little ol' me
I've got two miles 'til he makes bail
And if I'm right,
I walked down to the ocean
After waking from a nightmare.
No moon no pale reflection.
Black Mirror (2x)
Shot by a security camera
You can't watch
Saw your nightmare bat go by my window
Saw them two lingering
Couldn't be a rabbit
Flying like usual
Couldn't be the habit
You saw them, too
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2
Saw your nightmare bat go by my window
Saw them two lingering
Couldn't be a rabbit
Flying like usual
Couldn't be the habit
You saw them, too
Embalming his body, decorate him with gold
There is no heart, no soul, nothing there to see
Driven by desire, entranced by this machine
Black velvet death
Everything went black!
Baby one, two, three
Tell 'em get the referee
Cause he can, get the knockout
Pass the telephone please
Its an emergency
'Cause he can,
he never did learn to do just what she said
'Cause poor Little Melvin, woke up early every morning
With two black eyes and knuckle bumps on his head
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