Lyrics:
out the zip, it's louder than some cop sounds (Iceberg)
Black on Black fit, call it Black Hawk Down
.30 wit' a silencer, dawg wit' a muzzle on it
Got
you fall into a black hole
All black fit like venom
Burberry suit made of linen
Feeling like I'm Danny Phantom
I just wanna stunt in a phantom
All
tickets, under counterfeiters
Three cities a week, droppin' needles
Like the black Beatles take heed, what you need is
Jesus (the incredible)
Jesus
squad tracks
Black steel , baseheads, party for your right to fight
Prophets of rage , bring the noise
Don't believe the hype
Can't do nuttin for you man
tickets, under counterfeiters
Three cities a week, droppin' needles
Like the black Beatles take heed, what you need is
Jesus (the incredible)
Jesus
the gold faucets
Be cautious, well known to take the weak hostage
U.S Marshalls on the way and they cut open the gates
Know we going to trial by the look
die, we multiply
Black’s spiritual, so divine
You can tell it was by design
Black is rhythm AND the blues
The Soulful Jazz rocking in Hip-Hop
So
I, pass them by
'Til all their pain subsides
As the lamb
Lays by your side
The last season is upon
Tough to deal with a real hard case
Make no
Synthespians as we are known.
Stasis,
Zero to our universes.
Our dreams, our passions, our very souls
Swallowed by that giant black hole.
They watch you
Under
screwin' a black man
So you bust caps on an innocent by stand
But I guess, we all look the same
A goddamn shame, you don't know my name
Must-a just been two
[Ice Cube]
Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody that's down for hers, man
All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?
[Yo-Yo]
ten-fold
Yeah, my money, it be stretching Hoodie up all black, that's the fuckin' fit
I've been rocking Margiela with Rick Owen kicks
Yeah, aim it at his
[Ice Cube]
Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody that's down for hers, man
All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?
[Yo-Yo]
is mistaken identity
Whoever push me like Pusha T, I push back
I push a cap, before '93, I pushed crack
I'm hood, black, you know me well, what's good
screwin' a black man
So you bust caps on an innocent by stand
But I guess, we all look the same
A goddamn shame, you don't know my name
Must-a just been two
Yeeaaahhh
I nor fit Breathe
I nor fit Breathe
But you pin me to the Ground
if you wake up today and your skin tone is black
If Police Man hold you it might
ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
Scarface flick
Not Brad Jordan
But that Al Pacino shirt you sportin'
Yeah I said it, perhaps you ain't read it if
You was black or brown
Your ass damn sure
Hip Hop hooray, hey ho
You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn't make my day, Hey!
I'm rockin' and you're yawning
But you never look my
Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue
Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty
Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit
or ruin, my theories of mics
Sony or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypes
Search for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin' stock
So shook, I
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
the heat
shining brighter, Can't you see
We the black, with the hit
Wey so many don deceive
Always back on your feet
Restructure by the heat
shining
it
If it's an issue, trust, I'm comin' to get with you in person
With the extendo, throwin' at you 'til I flip the suburban
All my businesses
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