Lyrics:
came back in that black on black
I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks
(Talk to 'em, homie)
I still do it for them niggas with them
five years left
It was once said that there was no time
To take time for granted
Well we are now face to face with that very given time
There's only
nigga
The way Franz Fanon put it, you lucky I ain't "wretched" yet
[Big Black - Mos Def]
Yo, you fucked up in the game now
It's Big Black, Mr.
we divided
Something to combat, give you a throwback, don't call it come back
Never ever left, dance with the right but I swang with the left
Stay
Did the sky have to hold back the thunder?
Did the moon find new reasons to glow?
Could the children somehow sense the wonder
2000 Decembers ago?
Were
of beat I need to be on
Take it to infinity and beyond
007 on these hoes, by the way, I get my sneak on
I am not the one you should sleep on
Yeah, we
mean to worry you
But looks can be deceiving, this heathen was really more of a
Lesson in disguise, it taught me to be amplified
by the people that say
it, smack it
On that Club Penguin grind
Earnin black belts
When it died last year
It was nostalgic pain I felt
Way back when
It was way back then
When
the world is ending
Ouu I feel that shit right here, hehe
This is a new generation
We as ama2000's are taking the world by storm
But the question still
care
From side to side and from front to back
Throw the peace sign baby, show me where you at
Dollar bill y'all, and we could scream it out loud
you should ask
What's the Soul without the Da$H
Never had the option I could back out
If it's 'bout the cash then I act out
Black out, black out
the question you should ask
What's the Soul without the Da$H?
Never had the option I could back out
If it's 'bout the cash, then I act out
Black out, black
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
crib now
Got my bitch by ribs
I’m stacking up them chips
Crackas
Hating on this
Crackas
Fall back you bitch
Ahhh
What it takes
To be Black
Manipulate data
From New York
To Cali Navada
Australia Brazil
And then back out Africa
This for my brothers
The ones caint stack it up
We got the
We got
the middle
Take it back I'm with Lukie, Roman, Graziano
Taking keys you would think that we would play piano
Graduated to the grand piano
I be tired, don't
Let's take it back to the 2000's
Ain't have no worries always smiling
Money could get tight, but my mama kept me stylish
So much pain I started
recrutin'
Back then they was ridin' and lootin'
You looking at the 2000 Huey P newton
True disciple swag like a I'll rookie
Ain't heard it like this since Pac
the back like a crook in the black of the bushes
With the rats, the axe, and the stacks of wood is
By the garage, the Mirage tracks the shadow
My weapon is
and scoop you feminine
Vibration, we penetratin' your skeleton
Reanimation we bringin' it back again
Son of a bitch, they wanna take what I made from
(you dead, you dead)
It's just like the movies (gettin' fucked)
Screaming and hollering, hooting (fresh meat)
A black guy said, "I'll break your back
My nigga just take it from Ramos the Great
I grew up with the Wayans brothers
You know, black excellence
looks out for one another
It ain't about whose
[Kool Keith]
Yeah!
For the 2000 (2000)
Black Elvis (Black Elvis)
We get raw with this (hand me my guitar)
Tour bus packed (tour
a casket nap
Cass' can rap, you can't compare him to me
I'm ya savior
It's like scripture when they
Hear it from me i snap back
(snapback) so cats in this
Discuss these take it back by 2000 black Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In