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marked up, but she don't have no tattoos
Let that white horse gon and sweep her mind away to a resort
Before he's deep in, Kisha's sipping martinis by

swole cause my brother she hold

Slip deeper in whole

Left by my real soul,

As it moves from my body,

I wish I could go,

But I gotta hold on, until my

Swan Lake

Blackalicious

Golden State of Mind

2001

to rip your vocals to shreds 
I'm never runnin from the Feds wearin red Pro Keds 
Cause -- I ain't did nuttin to no-BODY! 
I dedicate that line to Shack

to that
Then it's over mayn

I represent for the Dirty 3rd
When I shake the block
For P-A T and Mafio, I'ma drop the drop
Body rock and catch hot
When these

IF I AIN'T BELIEVE IN BLACK LIVES MATTER, I PROLLY BEEN DONE CAUGHT ME A BODY

THAT'S WHY I STAY IN MY OWN LANE LIKE STEVIE WONDER ION SEE NOBODY

WE

used to ask me
Damn you always surrounded by girls, are you getting in those cheeks
That was in high school, my body was always looking right cause I'm

darkens and the clouds start to form
That's when you see an underground king bring the storm
Settin' out the bait like he's goin' for the kill
With black

aint have paper
We would come at bitches and they play us
Now im in the VIP wit rock
Bitches wan fuck they think im famous
They aint even know we had

that I fuck gotta fuck bitches too

They call me Bishop cuz I got the juice
Getting this money go get you some too
If you not down with the mafia I might

Imma keep it a bean, pinto
Life is a bitch but I'm
That bimbo best friend tho
I stay finger fuckin the nina she a nympho
I stick a clip in her

you steel bars
that go so hard, your cup start to spill
I ain't takin' no more pills, I'm ill
up top
I could kill with black ops
Cut a deal on crack

the rock not for man
cnd anything short of that, plain is sinking sand, clert band

We keep the opus working, motion, time to get it live
We're just a vapor

deep, with satin sheets
As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak
Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks
I was getting open,

it
Playing that role like you ain't with it
The rest of you freaks just won't admit it
Especially when you know just who can get it
Ain't body tripping

the body-ody
Side chick in the rari’
White and black, it’s like safari
And yeah she got some allegations
Ain’t got time for conversations
Come on now you need

to cats that rock MAC knowledge knowledges
Hood astrologists, illegal anesthesiologists, yo
El elefante, Bella Fonte
Keep a regimen ready to give 'em

done called us aggressive
We still stand under pressure
No more body bags, stretchers
Handcuffed by the oppressor
We still put feets on levers
When

sharks and snakes)
(By my boy don blake, ya nah mean)
(Get accustomed to what's going on here 'cause there's a lotta sharks and snakes out here)
(Rock with

think they told you, but these fuck niggas get killed for diss
You caught that body and got in that room and fold up like some pretzel sticks
Grrah,

fuckin on me
Double back on that hoe like I miss her body
Watch me give her black love like that girl ebony
And she love them diamonds but drowning in gold

The Game

Big Mike

Bone Instrumentals, Pt. 2

2008

hamburger
Till they bury me black, wrapped up in street camo
I rock the microphone strapped off with street ammo

[Chorus:  Mac]
I got the game in my

back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't

Rock with the lord, I been tryna get closer to Allah
أكذبت أنا مسيحيون
Fucking this bitch, pullin' on her hijab (Hijab, woah)
Bitch, this my job (Woah)

this for way too long
The pay too short, and the days to long
That's why I'm, acting a fool
Packing a tool back to the dude I was before
The black