Lyrics:
like a dog with a E at the end
Ima bail him every time
That's my only black friend
He could dance even better than Alfonzo
He be reppin' the dashiki from
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
the midnight black-and-white tattoos
'Cause the same old fights, they just won't do
Hey, you said
I'm sorry but I just got filled with dread
I'm haunted by
feel proud
Of crowd that has a taste
Don't hesitate to listen to Black Radio
There's no waste
I don't doubt it
Luckily people
Always had a chance
it's last call
Shit got to grow it up
Every time I drop a record got to go up with up, so I know they fuck with it
Slow down stop rushing it
Flow like
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
the rooster’s legs by throwing his whip. Heavy clouds now darken the sky and a strong wind begins to blow.
Running hard, in a last desperate attempt, Leonard
And after all these years I learned what those branches were for
They used to hang ‘em here, back in the days of ole Jim Crowe
A black man I knew from high
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the soulful records that are tasteful
Last night the DJ saved my life
'Cause
won't be my last day (uh)
Models by my side
Shooters on my team
Choppers with the beam
Countin' up some green
Blowin' on a blue dream
My life is
down the stage
And when it's time for curtain call
Let the black curtain fall
Everyone have something to hide
Maybe 'cause of shame or fear
Or maybe
I gotta do it different from the last time
I know last time I told you was the last time
But this time I'm doing it like it's my last time
We gon do
at you
I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa- about a metaphor actually
Uh, you spoke on the ground
What you mean by that, what the ground
the coochie like I'm Russel Crowe
Going dumb-dumb
Yeah, this shit gon' pop, turn it up some
I'ma scam your bitch and your loved ones
If she ain't have
suggesting to me what was right to feel
So many of them have helped me to be here now, soldiering on, always
Now, I'm spending some of my time with some
You're black you create. the fabric, the couches, the tables, the drapes,
The foundation, walls and paint, cmerica's House was built by your race,
of the man in the white hat or the man on the white horse - or the man who always came to save America at the last moment ? someone always came to save America
Black sheeeeeep
Hope you find your way
Black sheeeeeep
Home you cannot stay
Cam
Black heart
Black sheep
These bitches the black me
I've been
what you get from me
Crash dummy, your careers defected
And you ain't sold a record last time I checked it
You just keep knockin', I feel disrespected
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
it's like last time
Always get the last laugh and the last line
Lot of time's passed but this my past time
If it happened once don't mean it's the last
a tournament with a permanent crease
I strike fear in the hearts of Rap figures
Who mind bear the stigmas of time, no black privlege
From boom brap niggas
of black holes
Spiraling and twisting, evolving and creating"
"Their embrace, through the years
Triggered a ripple in space-time
Their songs echoed through
I'm just rolling through the 601
And time is flying by
I'm just rolling through the 601
And time is flying by
Got knocked down and took some L's
But
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