Lyrics:
unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
I got a big brown black box by my bed
I got a lot of things clackin' in my head
I got a big box by my bead
I got a big foot just for you
I got a big
them
They don't need us to tell them what to do
They're voluntold by a black hole Catch-22
Thunderstorm teenangels merked by the weights of their
Game is back
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Public Enemy and N.W.A is on my boom box, had to say
Today was a good day, had the hood buzzin'
Ice Cube my
Reach my surroundings when I move
Out cause dudes envy
Something like Prince Akeem 2 in the semi
Super soak ya, anti-social
For the mail I'll go
put me in a pine box
Bury me like a G two glocks and a fuckin bag of rocks
And open up clouds for these strangers
Before you take me Lord tell me
Is
floor
That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour
Shoot up the Mardi Gras with double chrome 44's
Full up plates, 'cause someone I'm ready
them ho's love balls
I got em trained like 1, 2 suck and blow
Ice box cold wrist, wiz roll another o!
sayin', you rollin' with Nastradamus
we flowin' to St. Thomas
jewelry box full of stones so I can change diamonds
matchin' masterpieces on black
grip inside. Every organ grinding
Every day seems easier until I step back in our box. Boxed in
Surrounded by life, while suffocating inside a poor
up against my will
Brew a pot at daybreak
Again in the waining light
Sip a cup of black tea
Now I’m feeling just right
Chorus #2
Black tea
what?
Dj lord gimme that cut
Bring that beat back
That's whats up
Feedback from truly
Freedblacks
Gotta think outta this
Box of hard knocks
the _Homiez_
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin
You in the mood for some Sexual Healing
when I believe her
I'll soon be back; I got the fever
She's a believer
I got the freight liner fever
Now, there's a railroad a-runnin' by a highway
on a muscle bag
And I come through your window
Just like I'm Bruh Man
Paper chasin', paper chasin'
MMG I'm paper chasin
Take you where you can't see black
By
gangsters
Makin robots
Who forgot
Hypnotic in a
2000 by 3000 mile box
35 year olds lost in a x box
PlayStation and videos
So that's how it goes
World
bein shortstopped
By a buck-oh-five dick and a booty-ass cop
You figure you're hard 'cause you're a cop see
FUCK WITH ME! I'mma put that ass in a box
her
If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her
It ain't safe for the black
two-doors, gave the charges to the boys
Now I'm bigger than the blogs, now the topic on the Forbes (woo, come on)
Catch a fed charge, now we pardoned by
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
SHUTZSTAFFEL II
Lyrics and melody by Necrothorn
In the twilight's embrace, a shadow unfolds
Where devils in darkness merge with souls so cold
Behold
work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they came in we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all
Just two
homie
My style like Mandela meets Monster Kody
Cop backwoods by the box bro, OG only
Drop 460 for a zip, need 2 to be cozy
I hate to stunt but look me up
had to see your fucking horns
Maybe it's the game we play drowned out by a lover's scorn
Unstable
Unstable
Unstable
Unstable
Unstable
Maybe I'm just
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