Lyrics:
please stand up?
I think we have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just
Patiently watchin waitin for a come up
Get your spot took, we rob land like white man
Plans to overthrow your whole shit by shaking your hand
talk much but live by my money sure
I don’t play with my hustle oda bi ammunition
You no fit send me I be like straight bullet nigga
Ibile la won temi ba
Clear your plain white mind
The clowns are marching in
Applauding for your sin
The tamers wait for us
We are the lions but mean less
The crowd it cheers
Like a Lion
My old man he came in like a lion
He ain't going out like a lamb
Most days now I get so tired of trying
I'm just doing the best I can
I
Taylor's in that stash
By that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin', oooh
If ever you
Inside the darkest caves, white silicon
luminescent, luminescent glow
Infinite dark thoughts burning down there
Just keep your eyes closed
All alone in
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
just slipping and a sliding
I'm just i-45n all my shooting guards got
TEC-9s in the lining
I could be a lion or a kangaroo
I done got so high
I
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
a stout
In a Red Lion somewhere south
Poking holes through coasters with an army knife
Counting all the coppers in her life
A white rose keeling over
By
up, might bite you at the altar
I'm biting off you, I'm wearing white too
[Ruff Endz]
Ain't it funny how tables turn, chase you all around
Change
And a builder's cup of tea
I pot up his plants and I set his bedding out
I was trimming his hedge when I found out about
Len's Lion
On the roof above his door
He
and
Please, remember me
At Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight
We'd forgotten one another
And when the morning
the whips that ride by
I'm like spark some Ky I just fly by
Not in a white ride at night time on a black bag in the
day time when the markets on
Park your
buzzwords and false alarms
White knights pulling a sword out of an empty stone
You could never seek justice
Even if it was in your line of sight
It seems
and white folks buyin' this album
Negroes and white folks buyin' this album
Everybody's gonna know who this group is
We just felt that the picture wasn't
When I be asking
Yo who is more dramatical
This one that one
The white one or the black one
Pick the punk
And I'll jump up to attack one
be sand
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land
Could be a house, could be a corner shop
Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
Could be
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
When all of the color disappears
The dark and filthy dog
He gnaws at the leash on my greatness
But great is short and love is long
In a white
couldn't kill a wounded lion
'Cuz he's a coward who's always on the run
Stuck in a loveless marriage in colonial Africa
He got shot in the face
By his own
motorized wheelchair
Above the album cover wall
They brought in one of his airplanes
And his very first guitar
I'm surrounded by all of you
But I'd feel
sell bricks by the gas station
Never had a foundation
White man split up all my people on the plantation
Hope somebody prayin' for all they salvation
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