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that can be inhaled deep into the lungs causing damage
Diacetyl, a chemical linked to serious lung disease
Heavy metals such as nickel, tin, and lead
it
Keep your distance from it
Don't pay no attention to me
I got a disease
Feels like you're making a mess
You're hell on wheels in a black
To dine in many once they've dined in one
Guests roll up to these joints to be fixed a plate
Of oven-roasted lungs, served with a side of cancer
Heart
Black Black
Black Black Black
All black nigga
All black like
I'm all black like my God is
Or all black like my goddess
I'm all black like self
it
Keep your distance from it
Don't pay no attention to me
I got a disease
Feels like you're making a mess
You're hell on wheels in a black
see me slipping out the way
Black shit I’m back and blacked up
We smoke some kush we got some spare lungs
The clique feel big
I might’ve need none
We
scream with our lungs
I'm from a black queen
When they ask me where I'm from
He stood up for his people shout out John
A true leader speaking up for
I'ma lose a lung
I'ma lose a lung
I'ma lose a lung
Yeah, yeah
I'ma lose a lung
I'ma lose a lung
I'ma lose a lung
Yeah, yeah
Sticky and loud leaking
red and black
He called it El Diablo and a fat bowl he did pack
The lighter flame did quiver, as Iron Lung cornered the bowl
His vision swam, the tears
Wayne had cancer twice
Second time, they took out one of his lungs, he said, "Take 'em both!
'Cuz I don't fuckin' need 'em! I'll grow gills and breathe
the infestation
And your broken past
Slither out to the world around you
Hid beneath a mask
Yeah
White halls for your lungs to drown in
While you try to swim
Black
lies down in the tombthroat of death
A fire that never withers, consuming his breath
Charcoal lungs, spitting black blood, nothing will cease
Nothing
Grey sky and lead clouds, dirty rain with sick drops.
Wrecked valleys to the core, razed fields of wilderness soil.
Breathing is futile.
Disease
thugs, wrap drugs in backwoods
Smoke til they got black tongues, black lips and black lungs
Blak iz blak, wack MC's get smacked
Forced to go home
or artifacts
Black Sunday or Monday, black tongues or lungs
May 'cause a black sleep, why say black sheep?
Black Sabbath is evil, black market illegal
A black
slow
Coal and oil down below
Work and work, breathe the air
Soot root and fire is the way
I got the black lung baby got the black lung
I got the black
over
Strugglin to seek my place took over
Clear my thoughts with a blunt
And a tape recorder
Don't know how much I can take before
The black lungs creep
the golden disease
All it breeds is apathy
From red to black, do anything for money back
And east or west, who knows whose ideals are best
We can't stop now,
it
Keep your distance from it
Don't pay no attention to me
I got a disease
Feels like you're making a mess
You're hell on wheels in a black
it
Keep your distance from it
Don't pay no attention to me
I got a disease
Feels like you're making a mess
You're hell on wheels in a black
Black Sunday or Monday
Black tongues or lungs may cause a black sleep
Why say black sheep?
Black sabbath is evil, black market illegal
nowhere
'Cause I'm down with black lung
Black lung
Never gets better
Every breath a little bit harder to draw
Shotgun loaded in the corner
Reckon
Hammers back to splatter blue
None of us matter to
These fucks
They put us on ice or max in cube
Black white or brown they’ll come after you
If you can’t
It starts with a fight
It could have been anyone
But the way you fade to black now
Lets me know you hear it but just don't care at all
I know
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