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the greatest. (Yo fam no way) 
I live my life like I’ve got heart…it’s black like coal yeah that part. Erase my sins with a bottle of gin I don’t do that shit so

all black we purge with masks this ain’t no pandemic
I heard his bitch gave brodie top and now she brag bout it
Screaming for help, like I would do

It's 4am i'm in the black truck by myself
I could've called up a vibe but they don't help
The oxys in my system starting to help
The oxys in my

CAPTURE OF BLACK EDEN

I turned my glare up to heaven...
Everyting is changed ...
In the final knowledge of eden.
The angels with burned out wings
So

(Prod. By BXO, Don't Fuckin Play With Me)
(Damn K2, This Danger-)
Five holes in his chest like Olympics
They got gold medals for runnin' track
They

more than afloat 
But whose my people? Huh whose my people? 
Black’s a color 
Jews a religion 
Whose my people? 
Asian an ethnic group 
White is see

the corner. Wanted us to meet the corner
Early morning gunshots, overpowered by Tommy Joyner
How the fuck is global warming when the world is getting colder

the roots;

13. raging waves of the sea, 
Foaming up their own shame; 
Wandering stars
On their way to the black hole.

-

Song by Xander Stok, Project

ways and plays
My strength withers by days
Let's face it
Can you say you relate
Betrayed by another la-dy
Lately
I was really hasting
Fuck being faithful

Black plagues, line a fading sky.
A dying world stripped to the bone,
Intoxicated by the madness.
Blood weeps from open wounds.

And still the fires

to shoot like a marble black floor
Bloody something like a hacksaw
And then we stash a couple gats in the bag because we at war
Pistol whip some of these

They wait and hesitate on the act
But always can debate on that trivial fact
This is KRS and I'm black!
Same color as the brothers in Iraq
War is wack,

Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete

to pack a thirty-eight
Nine, ten; you put me in a pen
if I could do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin

[Wyclef - Verse One]
I'm from a land of black

Krackas, killas, kidnappas
KKK tryes to blame it on the rappers
They dont count the ones
That bounce to the 40 ounce
Or the runts dat get stunted
By

Summers coolin' off by the fire hydrant. Yeah I'm from the ghetto,
Where old black women talk about they sugar level, It's not unusual,
To see photos

The 2002 Winter Olympics are next week,
and the theme song for the olympics is "America" by Neil Diamond
Now, no offence to Neil Diamond but thats

[intro]
Hell yeah
This is how we supposed to do
Uh-huh, black fist we gon' do?

[chorus]
Drop the grenade, niggas ain't larger
Time to get paid,

as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrassle to get it back
You know,

when you need to be poppin'
Bust a u-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and
Damn if feels good to be triflin', you know what i'm sayin' cuz?
Who got

on that tag on yo' toe

Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue

Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs

Son of a hard headed

wear a red suit
And I top it all off with my big black boots

F your black boots, man, I got Jimmy Choos
And I got a Lamborghini, just kiddin'
I got two

kitchen
Some faggot niggas snitchin' givin' info
We'll do a drive by, in a stolen black pinto
With tinted windows
Bullets will flurry through your system

tryna' see addition
Food to fill my kitchen
Some faggot niggas snitchin' givin info
We'll do a drive by, in a stolen black Pinto
With tinted windows