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you up with a wig

Yo', Dead Art
This is Dead Art
Black people had a mothaf*****' 
Rough dead start
Decentralized our minds
By tearing us apart
Racism

good
They all wanna be strong
They all wanna smoke weed and get along
Everybody's got style suppressed by greed
And everybody is ashamed of a dirty deed

could see thru the screen! (Somebody is watching me)
Strapped on them black Timbos, with that stupid red hat looking like I'm Chris Kringle
I'll stomp him

a new crown
Fayettevillain with a taste for a new town
Coming to a city near you like a debut
Day ones with me even if I miss day two
Cause they know

measured by no decibels
And you know this
Democracy the poet wrote was such a gruesome fallacy
Cuz I was strong armed and locked inside a rotten boat

gone ride on dat dick like a Dirt bike
Give a fuck bout Da rumors, I Say Dey right
If dat shit outta mind, it’s out of Sight
Momma told me 2 wrongs don’t

I'm a try to get this in one take
By default I'm from the D
Was born and raised most of my days
Off faygo ohana tea
Through life’s turn
Landed in

the white girls bop
All the skinny bitches doing coke by the lot
And the black girls pop lock till they can't stop
All the prude hoes in the party just watch

Like 
My pigment 
Was black

Harder and
Harder 
I push
2
Bust Upp
In the snatch 

Race me in some laps
If you ain't first 
Then your last
Insurance

to Sea-Tac
My escapades ended soon as I let my seat back
I beat back feelings that have come and gone
Karma coming on something strong
Its sing along with

a strong IC3
No counselling for me
Under no circumstance am I talking to police
Black men don’t cheat but your girl I might teef, see
Honestly I ain’t 2d
I’m

my babies
Brown Queen and she a lady
Two strong beautiful black kids
Where I leave off
They goin take it
Young God
Young King
Young history in

her choose
It was never very easy and they would always lose
To this Irish girl with her long black hair
She had a mighty glare her name was Kayleigh

the years
Ian have no daddy to raise me
My brothers nor sisters
It was harder on my momma
She played dual roles like she was two people
I didn’t realize

a nut or two 
It really depends on what she's been through 

So cool, ah choo, bless me, no
Bless you, oh man, I am, all, by myself
And don't what to do

myself with wisdom
now things aint the same

Everytime we’re on a date,
the flow turns black,  
I think about the last time 
my dad had an attack

Strong defense white picket fence two children and a wife
You gotta pay, do what I say and I might spare your life
I'll give you all you'll ever need

legislation that could go against the parameters already sanctioned by Parliament for these negotiations. Key issues of fishing rights now appear to be yet

You wont know how till it goes down

Shaded by afterdark cherry on the cig looking sharp
I gotta park the ride silence the piece and spark the guy

or if mood slips
Off into something steady coming more than two trips
You heard it from the dude lips who's this?
But don't get it wrong
This not

We held your image
A little bean of black and white
A miracle growing inside
We felt you kicking, so strong
We lay awake at night
Wondering what

of sections and don't 
Hold up 
Don't believe lies told by the reverend 
Cause being black in amerikkka ain't everything 
Hope I hear them horns God 
when you

black and white
Feel the strength of my life deplete
Feel the strong heartbeat of my Bittersweet

of rose-tinted decades gone by

Now you're out on the street waving Union Jacks
The people have spoke, you got your England back
An army of 17 million strong