Lyrics:
lullaby
I've had my heart and soul controlled by
the raven
And for the crime he should be
Sent to live beneath instead of me
Order in the court
She has
the beauty in the tones of our skin
We've gotta come together
And thank the Maker of us all
[Chorus]
We're colored people, and we live in a tainted
the freedom of these
People by any means necessary
Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned to a nightmare
as the white man hunts for me
We are descendants of the animals we live among them free
Our trail of tears would end, one day at wounded knee
Great spirit,
hands I was dealt
When I said the music business was all I needed
When I got it I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Alright, okay
How you feel?
Feeling great
What ya want?
I wan' do it to death, what's up wit' you?
You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
ice, we'll win again
And it will be great to see the terror
Come into their eyes
Maybe this will be the end
And we'll live in peace in the white land
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
to be your stupid little pawn in some game you don't even know how to play
But I'm gonna move along my way
Yeah feeling great today Ou with my frosted
the vapor
Two hoes not one
Live by the paper and die by the gun
I'm in the strip club with my gun
Can't love a bitch more than my gun
ARP in the back but
brews
You want to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she
it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches,
Bone marrow twisted, white sockets shattered,
Black flesh blistered, hungry maggots grow fatter.
Tendons snap, cartilage corroding.
Contorted
Long as I live
I'll give praises
Unto the King
Have you heard, did you know
The maker of the universe
Never sleeps or grows weary
He just keeps
Time for a new wave
See many called but few are chosen
And we chosen to be great
Are you ready to win
I went from sleeping in hells kitchen
To trap
see
The open road is where I'll be
I live my life by a code
You can find me on that rocky mountain road
Cuz I'm a white knuckle shit kicker
I got my
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen,
Wrapped in white
I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
cll great men are insane, that's no shame to us
cttack your land, I don't even need a battle plan
I'll win with pure religious fervor like the Taliban
Love is the bond between all God's great men
Speak of liberty
Who really knows her
Some live to win her
Cultivate a White Rose
Cultivate a White Rose
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