Lyrics:
money for steak or cheese in our Schnitzels
What's that called, I think cordon bleu we roll corduroy pants en gelled up hair
Stone cold shirts and orange
that a black man made Rock n' Roll,
Go ask The Beatles and The Rolling Stones, they know,
And if black music matters, how come their lives don't?
And I
I'm flicking my wrist
Hit the block, slip and slide
I'm dripping my fit
Get the guap, check the time
Call me by 6
Purple corvette, blue lights, black
agreed
If she wouldn’t live for her, she could live for me
But what part did I play in my own conspiracy?
A life given to her was a life taken by me,
the A to the G-I followed by the A-N-T rolling with the Show be -I
Black boots, black hat, slick like a black cat
Flip like a fat cat? Never none of that, black
and kicking
I'm the A to the G-I followed by the A-N-T rolling with the Show be -I
Black boots, black hat, slick like a black cat
Flip like a fat
outspoken
A lot of growing up I was known as the token
Black kid but I got wiser n' woke and
Realized NJ made the great Paul Robeson
Rock the crowd like Bon
Tonight we're gonna launch a new revolution
One that will rock n roll your senses
And you are my test pilots
Your gonna kiss the sun and taste
of the rock or the needle
And no perks for jerks if they acts and words don’t put in the work for the work of Kool Herc
Cause then I see you as a systematic
for me, get the money quick for me
Only talk'n about the chips wit me
[harly] my bitches roll, wit me, control em niggaz souls wit me
Made woman and we
Souls black as
But it's nothing for the children of God to fight
We wrestle not with flesh and blood
But with the principalities of darkness
So
Up in my area
I'm scarier alive than a carcass
My blood is black and cold
And I'm told my soul is the darkest
By the big guy downstairs
I throw a hand
On wine, or virtue
Or the gospel of country, reggae, rock 'n' roll
Soul, funk, because it's renaissance time
And there's so much on the line
You don't have
the balls
To start shit the whole clique prolly wanna
Rock 'n' Roll lets go everybody wanna show
Seven of my brothers pop up like our mother is the Octomom
my pick n’
Roll this should give em dough
Jay Rock used to be in them drug spots
Now I rap for the dough all for the Mula
Hoo ha sucker MC’s no threat
to set off the riot
Ridin' with my Trues Humbly United Gathering Souls
Here we go roll up some more Phillies
My nigga let me hit it
Niggas be thuggin'
Throughout the years 'n months 'n days
When life used to pass by in a daze
And I was posted simply gettin faded, just waitin
Livin life with the eye for
holdin’ on, holding on tight
‘Till the storm passes by
Still grindin’ for the better days, better days
Waiting for the better days, better days
Keep going
Emcees want to serve us, DJ's are mad nervous
But can't hurt us, they got the ??, I beat
GD for life, roll with D-I-T-see
Short for D-I-G-G-I-N
Brothers in crms
Ooh ooh
Well we started out on life's long road
We were brought together two musical souls
We found our place in a rock n roll
then death
Shitted on they buzzes
That was just the intros for the family with sin souls
But the Gandys with the fem flows
Can't stand me like ten
Throughout the years 'n months 'n days
When life used to pass by in a daze
And I was posted simply gettin faded, just waitin
Livin life with the eye for
[Flesh-N-Bone]
Here I come, rollin' off with Mo Thugs.
Trues, humbly united, gathering souls and bail.
Livin' life daily, all tha way.
Tha plan
rough
This is the way I do "Power Controls"
War for the weak
Bed of rocks for the mediocre
The strong will thrive
The driven will drive
And
Power
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