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The Great Divide

Icehouse

Code Blue

1992

by step, step by step
Over the great divide
And his skin is black
The last of his tribe
And he turns his back, turns his back
On the great divide

Hypnotize

Redman

Lunitik Muzik

1997

clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi 

Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers 
And wonder the cause, 'cause big

Party Over Here

Atmosphere

Sad Clown Bad Year: #9-#12 Collection

real white trash
Short fuse quick to put his foot up your ass
Heads up, that's his wife Rebecca
And I advise you to try not to smile at her
And lets

the bullets start bustin'

First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men

stay up out the way
Hit that flex button right quick
Step the beat and make it sync
I'd rather listen to Rebecca Black, before I acknowledge your shit

Saturday-night-special cool to the touch
No he won't be cashing out tonight

They say you can not buy a thrill
But you can get in a pill
Any colour you like
Red, black

She goes pumping iron every morning twice a week
When I'm by her side I got no fear
She'll take care of every single living creep
I just love the way

But, If you're Thinkin'
About My Baby it Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White they Print My Message
In The Saturday Sun i Had To Tell Them
I Ain't

Saturday
A forty five to blow away anyone who happens to disagree
With such panache and style, he wins the game
When all the while, I'm sitting here thinking

rising then Saturday the sun turned into a black hole

But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them I ain't

Last Saturday night the gang was hangin' out 
Only two dollars to our name 
Thin black tie and polished shoes 
We were out playin' the game 
Jeff

Memories on 47th St.

Vic Mensa

The Autobiography

2017

out by the Citgo
But mama always made sure the tooth fairy found my pillow
My pops was always workin', he put the family first
Chicago Saturdays in

My Homie Got Shot

Esham

Closed Casket

1994

got shot, he's a goner black
My homie got shot

My homie fell to the ground and I knew he was dead
By the painful look in his face
Bloodstains on my

My attitude is black or white it happens to be black tonight
I'll camouflage into the night if you think I ain't acting right
My glasses cracked in

high with my bihh then we start bussing every night Friday
Some things never work out I'm always off on Saturdays
Thank God always every moment Sunday

of black eyeliner
She's even wearing dark orange corduroy jeans on a Saturday night
Looking for the things, still searching for the means of her transpire

wanna linda
Lemme take camillia the heart is a gift from santa
You tu be you tu be top let me see your luxury shop
Saturday Sunday Monday 12345 in London

gonna retreat
Free my nigga yea he go by RB
Never snitch cause I know he a G
Tough nigga yeah he been through the streets
Call him Black Opps cause that

for the worst, looked
To see a full moon "Hello? Did you recieve
A young black male?"
I waited, she said "no doubt
He won't make it" i paused, try

Don't follow the rules you live by
I'm on different route bitch bye

I'ma young dream chaser shout to my haters
Because they still love us keeping it 100

Would you ever prefer what I create or rather listen to "Friday" by Rebecca Black
If I take care of you like my Queen that you are you have no right

like whiskey or gin
And all your favorite days roll by
Like a series of dry dreams
Like films in the sky
You fade to black and then fade back in
Is it

black music on my waist
Make me put it to your ear
And get that b-b-b-b bass
Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket
Mama can't remember shit but last