Lyrics:
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
the people "Crown me"
Incredible music from young blacks
Astounding tears for your fears ‘til
The motherfuckers drowning
Taking good from scorn
I know that I
have become
A boundless black oasis
Consuming swelling scorn
A helpless apparition
Refusing to make right
What's been destroyed by your hand
on the continent, it's here, it's everywhere
And this is, if you will, a war, an all out assault by
The sly fox, Cyclops, we locked in the idiot box
The video slots
with it
Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in it
It's like damn, bitch, niggaz lovin me now
Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde doin it now - whoa
Murder
Black candles dance to an overture
But I am drawn past their flickering lure
To the breathing forest that surrounds the room
Where the vigilant
to forge a new destiny
An Unwritten law that sooner or later
shall be erased by the pass of time
They run and try to avoid eternity
That day by day awaits
Mortal born sister of the Graeae
Fierce and dreadful
Born from the sea
The Mighty, the Far Springer and the Queen
Ill-fated beauty raped by a god
plaques in the office
Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es
When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious
Never trust grimy-ass
before
He showed us a box
On a nightstand by a clock
In his bedroom, by the river
‘Neath a mountainside
There a box beside the clock
Were rocks so plain
squeeze (brr)
Lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Capone-N-Noreaga watchin' CNN
Black whip, black tint, y'all ain't
by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
shots
I'm David Blaine, I'm breakin' out of my own box, you stay the same
But homie if you change, may you change for the better
Back when Martin King
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
Found again, still unbroken in the arms of a friend
Red clay, black past, naïveté and reckless past
I'll make it easy for you
You thought you knew me
the purge and urge
of judge and jury scourge
stand before the pious executioner's
sin discourse
“engrave my name in their black grimoire
of contempt”
across the street
Hoodies come in all flavors, all black if you think you're sweet
Arab sellin' grenades by the box, you'll get it cheap
Schoolin'
Invisible jet black
Tycked away in a hidden place
Hitched over by sadness
Let the box crumble
Survived a plane crash
Clouds and fire are in sight
with him, and I took down from the shelf
The swell black box with the silver plate he'd picked out for hisself;
And I packed it full of grub
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
hypocrisy
Minas Tirith falls, under the shadow's might
The walls crumble, consumed by endless night
Black Uruks and Nazgûl, relentless in their stride
the yard, it's hard, but you're in
So you do your time and never let the time do ya
He lost his mind that's what the time'll do to ya
A brother in the box
cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous
Though my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name
That my pops chose for
stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching cause I'm nervous
Thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take
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