Lyrics:
up, sup
The last one, word to your mother
Brother, listen
I've seen it when he kissed 'em at the way
Made his body shake
The high tide it 8:50 I's
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
your Glock burst
They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first
We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by
Who is this man, what sort of devil is he?
To have me caught in a trap and choose to let me go free?
It was his hour at last to put a seal on my
Now I've got a story that I want to share with you
Of a young man name Tray he was on his way
Till that fatal day, well well well
It was 7:12 PM
spectrum, this done by red man
With horns on his head, laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, "Make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their
we're not so unalike
Apart from the fact I live my life in the light and now I'm trapped in it
The way I feel within a few years time
I might have
a difference
I have no tolerance for black ignorance
I keep striving, driving 'cause I'm driven
By the course of Allah, the true and living
Cream
'Bout to get blast up sup
The last one word to your mother
Brother, listen
I've seen it when he kissed 'em at the way
Made his body shake
The high
(I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth)
What's up family, yeah it's yo cousin Carl man, just given' you a call man
I know you
send your lover to his death!
This is the choice
This is the point of no return!
The tears I might have shed for your dark fate grow cold
And turn
Who sing this?"
"Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I love it
It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit"
It was predicted by a medic
What the hell you smoking? What the fuck possessed you
To come out your face, now I have to wet you
Throw on my Timbs, black mask and black serpent
your spot!
Everybody hands up! lets go!
Amen, on the runway
Dressed in his best point skies
Amen, fashion, on the runway, work it
Black Jesus dances
should've been let out the penitentiary
Ice Cube would like to say
That I'm a crazy mothafucka from around the way
Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
nuttin changed
Leave the same way I came, Bringin motherfuckin Pain
Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect
Best connect, blow your headset,
nuttin changed
Leave the same way I came, Bringin motherfuckin Pain
Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect
Best connect, blow your headset,
The pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with) dealin' with the peer pressure
As a young black teen, everyday I, deal
With the pressure
at the game of tricknology
But I have knowledge of myself you're not foolin' me
You see, the answer to me is black unity
Unification, to help our bad
just, pull out his pistol
And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder
Than
Dre just let it run
Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit
Ayo, this song is for anyone
Fuck it, just shut up and listen, ayo
I sit back with this
This rap shit divided by panty lines, mm, which side are you on? (Pussy)
Social media got you fuckin' in pantomime, damn, why that line so long?
a difference
I have no tolerance for black ignorance
I keep striving, driving 'cause I'm driven
By the course of Allah, the true and living
Cream
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