Lyrics:
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
jewels until my crew is filthy
Black gold running through my veins, n***** know my aim
Let these bars go and let it bang
I got gold in my soul, gold on my
In menstrual night
When red is black
And Christus crawls
From Mary's crack
Wrapped in tatters
And flailing in mud
Child defiled
With tears
Yeah ah d Reefer King
Yeah yeah
Won't you give me the chance
To express my feelings
About this girl named Mary Jane
Mary Jane oh Mary Jane
Why
wanna be either
I wanna be next to you
Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold
You're not really here
I don't wanna be either
I wanna be next
but out the fields
Handcuffs instead of lynching
Spirit got renewed now both fists is clinching
Negro turtle neck
Black Panther the mission
Asking how I
in like stones into gold molded by the potters right hand and shinning bright as a diamond like only you can....
.. ewwww
Verse 2:
For tha record I
You know how they like to stereotype us, man
Shades on, tattoos
Lookin like I'm bad news
All black as usu
Baby we don't have rules
Gold teeth
mean to me I seem cornered
By the pressures of being who I is and standing on a corner
At least I'm hood enough to never snitch before your honor
Visionariez, shit is scary
We bump out the solar system im aware that we better than all these Niggas you gone barely remember
Shit is scary bloody mary, you
was born.
My weary hands are blistered
Through work in cold and heat!
And oh! to swing a scythe once more
Through a field of Irish wheat.
Had I
am is simply a black revolutionary
I write rhymes on plain stationary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary
Uncle Tom house
ain't never seen a Carolina sky where I didn't have to do it again.
Theres a big heart of gold.
That black moon shine'n on the river.
That black moon
Better behave: you dealin' with some rich niggas
We done lost symbols speakin' cryptic codes
Ancient wisdom, valuable like gifts of gold
I embark
the same,
They Black & Gold
They Black & Gold
cll Black & Gold
They say that I changed
They say I'm radical
I'm radical
So radical
But my clothes are
missing
Just like the roof is, riding in that Chris Brown
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold
infantry
Slowly march on Kabul
They leave resourceful
When you run out of drugs you get withdrawals
Picked dry by a cult of hate
Hail Mary runaway plane
Better behave: you dealin' with some rich niggas
We done lost symbols speakin' cryptic codes
Ancient wisdom, valuable like gifts of gold
I embark
Black suits blue flowers in the basket
Tryna see how long I can hide the tears and mask it
Surprised by how long I fuckin' lasted
Daughter with me she
John Cena
Cause bitch you can't see me
Money doesn't grow on trees
Yes, it does, just look at weed
Fly around like ima bee
In my J's and in my T
Black
When it's midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story
At the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
Be
When it's midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story
At the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
Be
Early summer's morning
In dawning light revealed
The secret of a woman
Found on Chapel Field
Gaze concealed
A dark and silent eve
Shadows cast
Two
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
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