Lyrics:
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
God knows why..why..why
Ohhhhh..they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
and Say HEY HEY
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
religions the same as the pigeons
From Francis of Assisi
To the fans of AC/DC
We all shall live again
For the nightingales were seized with a panic
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
touchdown baby
Just took that lead
We reppin that silver
We reppin that black
You mess with us
You finna get smacked
AC/DC we back in black
You hear them
in a couple bad habits
I was makin good progress
But now I been ass backwards
Back then
'meber when I didn't get rappin
Bumpin AC/DC
Queen and Black
or floatin' in the fuckin' sky
All black is my attire, lookin' like a umpire
Toss you in the trash like a bullshit album flop
Yeah yeah ye-yeah ye-yeah, yeah
a beautiful country
Very special country
A very diverse Country
And by the way
This government has fought for every person who lives in it
Black, white,
have
Therefore, I sound nothing like you
I get listens by doing just what I do
I feel entitled to go and get the title
I fuck with streams and yeah, I
coming to fuck by ten o'clock
And I cannot depend on the box
But she giving top that hotter than Wasabi
Black Gucci belt and I'm putting wax on that
interesów
Black Album niczym broń pełen śmiercionośnych wersów
P jak czarna ospa która zagroziła światu
P jak czarna owca niczym dres dam do wiwatu
P jak
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat
The master of the microphone is here and he's black
Recitin poetry,
Of where I'm at most of the time like
Kind of aloof and salty and
Also young and black
Last question there's a poem about you
Written in
1995 by your family
surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real
They gotta put ya face
to back
Kill Drake now charge up back to back
This depressed love sleeping back to back
ACDC boy yeah we back in black
Bondage boy we stay shmacked
the black streak in my hair
The lucky number 7 of the A1 team
Class 1-A, Wu-Tang, yeah, we got the Cream
2 Million Volts put a shock to your system
Bars like
family, just the talented black one like 5th harmony. Now you're hear with no job nor money, your highway to hell ACDC, and your life flipped to flop HGTV
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?"
This one or that one, the white one or the black one
Pick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one
KRS-One
Whatever you want
I got it by the dozen
I got it by the pound
Gimme a call
I'll bring it round
It don't look so good
In black and white
Don't
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
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