Lyrics:
like to see your body on me, where the lights at
You got me in a trance i don’t ever wanna fight back
I can see your soul in the middle of the pitch
Balling like Jerry Stackhouse
I’m blowing her back out
Mosh pit make her black out
Boy you gon face the facts now
You ain’t getting no dap
One day
sense
Look through same lens, the same dance
But you catch me, and put in a trance
Under, my skin, is burning, black sin
I know, you think, die now, you
switch
While you talkin' shit, boy, they been known you the lamest
Yeah, they call me Johnny, cause I be fuckin' blazin
All black like I'm Bruce, but I
Mack black ye e same one wid e drop top pussy em ah watch nd em ah chat chat inna face man wid clap dat clap clap
Chant ah praya close uhh yiy inna day
sé, un trance por cada frase que escribo
No es que tenga un pase, es más bien un todo incluido
No cualquier persona escupe clase y contenido pero
somos
stop running
I'm in trance
Hey, me? Nah, no way!
Bro, yeah, I know that shit a set up
Trust yourself, get your ass up
Shoot on sight like it's
the gang
I swear they gon' hop in that black truck, we hop in traffic
You play with S-D-U, we got that F&N
This shit get tragic, huh
Hang out the window, I'm
a ghost
A hostess with a potion
Our rider a too ferocious
Numb to the bullshit
Hair black with some cool whip
Know my crew we too lit
Same niggas I went
Sweet lady of death wants me to die
So she can come sit by my bedside and sigh
And wipe away the tears from all my friends eyes
Then softly she will
White drapes running down her body
The white rapes and the blacks all do molly
Married to the game and the stereotypes
All justified by the Stars
to me
I will make it mine
For the night
Oh what a web I have woven myself in
I'm always chasing after somebody else
All by myself
Oh what a web
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
the slaughterhouse
Force from the butcher, machine-like
One mighty hand at shoulder height
Feet tread heavy on black floor, Look at the breadth of those fingers
When will we end this genocide?
And that's not right
Her children cry
No food to eat and her friends as flies
The color black means it's time to die
money and his long black shiny car
I've seen you once or twice, when I walk down your street
I always go by your house on a chance that we might meet
But
Retaliation they straight
All my black kings dying by the hands of our own
Went to the store and never made it back home
The opps gon' slide its not
wherever it takes me
Let it flow on by like a piece of driftwood
Just a piece of driftwood (yeah)
A piece of driftwood
You win some, you lose some
to the top, floatin' on this cream
Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me
A million refugees with unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top
and mayhem, soon as the dark sit's
Spark the heart, bacardi dart
Rotty doddy aside
The Maserati, dog, respect the art
Black Max with smarts
The special effects
around
Be swept away by this.
Time for surrender
Spread out your open hands
And He will raise you up
Confessing all that's broken
And watch
Yeah I'm thinking God was a black man
I roll with morals men
Mortals wouldn't understand
Damn, do your history and you will see
The first man
a magnolia tree
A couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio
So we bumped it up to a master track and we took it out on the road
And before
what's to come
circles mirror where you've gone
the world hides
between the skies
and the echoes of your mind
this fading light
consumed by night
is all
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