Lyrics:
Faces, Ox-Bow Incident
Shame, Out of the Past
Intolerance, North by Northwest
A Clockwork Orange, Touch of Evil
The Crying Game, The Killers, The Eagle
he got shot
Both of his killers turned out to be white
Who thought he broke into some houses nearby
Why was he beaten and shot to death
Because
holes in designer sweaters (Bozo)
All my niggas are demons
The sticks chop without reason (Up 'em)
Flash is God seen by these heathens
New York's a war
Bouta motherfcukin' Dolla
Hated by many, I keep me a weapon
Tough on the net but ain't nobody pressin'
Stomp on your neck,Boogie raised me a stepper
it starts to fall
There's no one else to blame
If you lock that door
Uh, I speak deep with killers about million-dollar figures
Blessing niggas in
just stay in there
There’s more room than before
Empty space in need to be
Filled by someone new (By someone new)
Created for you
right down the middle
Like gray divided by light
Yours black and white
But I'm not that girl
But I'm not that sure
But I'm not waiting on your
said "I've been expecting you, let me show you to your room"
And he took me all the way by candlelight
And lying there on the bed, a book, black
tracks to a room by the lake
I heard your song and it took me away
I wanted to stay
I'm looking back
Out onto where I'm coming from
Out into that big white
know
I sit and wait alone in my room
[Chorus:]
The walls are white and in the night
The room is lit by electric light
I stand and watch
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
24242
I can take you to Shabuya
Oksawa
Feed you moochi open roof top Shinku tower
Room
Showers
Let's get lost inside the city lights
I'm just happy
the mistake of mentioning Peter Falk
She says American TV has killed the murder mystery
'Cause the killer's always caught by 10.23
I had the motive but she
these pieces in
Nigga I'm getting money, why you pouting
Pouting by the way bJ, what up nigga
Yeah, look, woah
Woah, woah, sit back yo
For my bitch
smoked a quarter by afternoon
I walk with a attitude, I gave you niggas change and got no token of gratitude
Like what I gotta do to make you tap in?
I
of the clase azul
Then stop by the room, you feel me
White sticks with the glass in em
Backwood with the gas in it
Glove box with the mag in it
Two shots,
rounds for y'all haters
So jump on this ghetto shit and come get this wicked shit
And jump up on this rap game and watch a nigga spit
Killer, murder topics
glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leavin'
glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leavin'
the morning by your side
I miss the way you hold me tight a night without you would be black and white
Claire what can you say?
Cuz I'm tongue tied in my room
standing by your bed
The sword of Damocles above your head
No longer black and white, from now on
May all your dreams be red
L'ennui, le malaise
The flat sun
meaning of Equality
Our elected leaders would like to find Seeders to rebuild The Perfect Plantation
This new one is global, designed by the Cabal, their
witnesses saw the crime that night
They all agreed killers were white
The police had a different idea in mind
They found a black man to malign
They framed
this, I don't give a fuck, we untouched
Strictly lust for papers and live life to bust nuts
We're God killers, let's be realistic;
We probably gon' be
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