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he's gone
The skies turn black, the Vultures fly over his head
An unreal silence makes too Much noise
The man in black has arrived
With his poise

There

soul
Stay instrumental in your children's growth give up the club love drugs to keep stackin' that dough
Ask big mama the system Tai Tamaa greedy vulture

a  black Toyota
Sneak up on your ass like a cobra

I'm creeping at night like a vulture
what you know about LA culture
12 at night in a  black Toyota
Sneak

show it (no)
The top, we aiming (aiming)
Im poppin far from famous (famous)
Im young black and dangerous (dangerous)
Headed to the chip Joe Namath (Joe

The Vulture

Gil Scott-Heron

Evolution (And Flashback): The Very Best of Gil Scott-Heron

1999

Standing in the ruins
Of another Black man's life,
Or flying through the valley
He's separating day and night.
"I am death," cried the Vulture

The Vultures

Gil Scott-Heron

Small Talk at 125th and Lenox

1970

Standing in the ruins 
Of another Black man's life,
Or flying through the valley 
They're separating day and night.
"I am death," cried

I can’t get stole so I gotta keep this pole with me
Pray on my soul niggas is like vultures be
Ain’t jus anybody so be caution when approaching me

Black smoke in my lungs
I'm in slave to the heat
I'll rise to the threshold
Or become vulture meat
(Vultures of war)
My vision is blinded
By

girlfriend, eyeing your best friend
I dey stalk ahm like Vulture 
And you can call me Vinchance the future 
Yeyeyeye

Hello November, hello November 
Cheers

a vulture
Real Niggas Back in Style, Man Listen

Let me speak my conscious I promise to keep it honest 
Ima see the top, no parachute or harness 
If I ever

belong to me 
If you stay right here
The dead tree is mine
You're free to be blind

Vulture stands on a side already dead already black, already owned

(Gil Scott Heron - "The Vulture")
Standing in the ruins of
Another black man's life
Or flying through the valley seperating day
And night "I am

Hoodie on wit my vest
My block a cold war
We know Diplomats in da trap
Got votes by vultures
I'm a neighborhood hero
Can't go a wall
These niggas

Little vulture
Fake old rappers
I've got to insult ya
How else would they promote ya
With no flow composure
I write my own raps
I do my own production
Flow

of torment's bell
Grail full of blood
Searching truth from above
Vultures at gates
Freedom of Angel Waste

Black arts descent on the earth
Frost possessed souls

mimic rock bottom nor the way I lean nah
I'm official white black lines and a whistle
Flow mac nines and a missle these track lines ain't no issue
I'm

Inhale the smoke
We're the vultures circling above
Your filthy rotten corpse
We're the demons sent from hell
To kill your Messiah
Worship Satan or die
War

raw
Fellin' bourgeois
Gonna do her in the second car
Yo, all these lame bitches swiping flows like a black card
30 clip, leave a culture vulture in

Trapped inside the guilt and shame we all hide
Bled out and discarded
The remnants of my former mind
Left for the vultures
No lust for life, no sense

need to feast
Waste away our lives
As years crumble down
Cannibalize
Flaws of lives encased in black
Fear remains
Fit and ripe to be devoured
Weak

We whisper our regrets with lies from their lips
Our black blood drips from their finger tips

We never wanted war
Damn these wretched vultures
These

Fuck yo bitch and the click you claim
On that white pride shit get you lynched and hanged
You a klu klux kitty we aint mixed the same
You a vulture

The sun warms  the coldest hands 
Black clouds block the sun

Slow march ringing of a lifebuoy 

Grasping outstretched  cups
Jetsam shivers

tracks
A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture
Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster