Lyrics:
swords at eleven
Now I'm attempting hits in recording sessions
Same shit, different form of expression
Rap only made me more aggressive
Y'all got a death
Lot of death in em' really ain't no peace til we pass
We was bagging up dog food purina by the half
I might bring the whole squad through so you can see
Winnin' is direction, I got grams for the session
Wake up in the morning still grindin' n' flexin'
Paper chasin' nigga, I'M GRIMY, FINESSIN'
I got work
bibles
As numbers perpetually grow
The tribunal is forever in session
Maintaining
The horror ov the old gods
They rule forever and over again
May
unmatchable
Thats a warning to these rapper dudes
You a'int learn by now
I take em back to school
Class is in session
Im the teacher
Im the preacher
Im
was king Albino
Critiqued my form of speak on breakbeats
Cut on 2 Technics in a basement on 210th street
House jams, parks, block parties, halls
is a I in paid
If there wasn't one in team
I talk a lot of shit
I brush my teeth and listerine
Iye
They like Mali
What you mean
Black Rockstar
Like
the tracks, ta the mic that's in my hand
From, wantin' to be black, to lovin who I am
From not known where your from, to the image of Sydney
From no one
the tracks, ta the mic that's in my hand
From, wantin' to be black, to lovin who I am
From not known where your from, to the image of Sydney
From no one
in my ashy black tee
When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans-Jordache Jeans
I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me
I'm a the shit in
[Nas]
Dear people of the globe
I hoped you in good health
By the time my voice hit you
I hope in all wells wit you
My mission is to bail wit you
Touch
your ready to rock this party tonight
Somebody say what what
Now everybody listen to flav
If you don't listen to me you will end up in your grave
touched the white
Need my whip customized
Shawty come in clutch at night
Aye, clutch like Kyrie with the three
The three, the three
With them lips by Kylie
Then When?
We can no longer sit around and let these crooked injustices win!
I pray my black sons don't be victims in a system proven foul
35 of man is
black book my name is crossed out Went from starting second string, now you in the dog house Reminiscin', a part of you was missing
Instead
they call it Coca Cola
But I'm not just practice posing, face is shaded in black
Is dominating as my color, the massive attack
Right now I hit it,
the syringe still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up
the debt
It's true that the time flies by
I'm Just sitting here
Looking at it fly by
Black hoodies strolling down the street
Looking for a dollar
Never
had in the past
Doesn't like Blacks
Claims he's upper class
Joined the police, got himself a badge
Now he rolls the streets
and he's cut to jack
Doggin'
I can't fall in this rap game, I got acrophobia
Plus half these rappers out here are fuckin dead like necrophilia
You know the thing, chocolate like
I've been born again
I'm a brand new man (kind of brand new)
I've been born again
Saturday night in the city
Parties on every block
It's
Come get caught up in my wave
Hey eh
Yep
Awww
No I'm not the only one
But I am the chosen one
Black james Bond guaranteed
I keep the golden gun
Whoa I am
get caught up in my wave
Hey eh
Yep
Awww
No I'm not the only one
But I am the chosen one
Black james Bond guaranteed
I keep the golden gun
Whoa I am
a stoner when I bought OZs instead of grams
Pulling up to studio sessions in a minivan
I been having more success than Mississippi fans
Could probably sell
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