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check it Excite-ting, enlight-ning, invite-ting I'm writin shit that I feel Raps are Black Steel In the Hour of commotion, the motion of Com Is like that
The red devil gives the blue bird a pink-slip The purple power showers green into the white lips Not everything is so black and gold Attack the mold, never
style, not heard by the usual You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin Pre-heat my oven
" because you're curious Of the rap style, not heard by the usual You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual [parrish smith] While I'm
no awareness, swift as gold [Sir Menelik] Bio-production is greatly increased, magnetic fields Velocity of projectiles, electro-liquid
whether she's black or white Out here, out of your mind, pretending you know what you're talking about Busy playing games, our minds your PS, playground,
drought But when the black gold's in doubt There's none left for you or for me Fusing helium-3, our last hope And free me And free me Free me from
anything to be down Two hundred million blind mice Running through this town [Shock-G] Patty Cake, Patty Cake I heard your man Wears a gold Rolex and put
“Big Bang Blues” Words & Music written by Paul Duke © 2020 Formerly Saul Music BMI all rights reserved Verse 1 A guess in time but a toss
That's why my niggas carry tools but ain't nobody tryna build Hail Mary for my niggas when out in that field This ain't tv this ain't anime this shit is fr
blood embedded in mud Daddy falls to the accuracy intricate of a scud Black gold soul, patriots told nothing but lies Atmosphere develop permanent red
Tec back and give you a gold black eye, blaow If I give a nigga a shiner consider the shit designer I slaughter militant rhymers, hold up My nigga
shout out to Will Smith Cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks? My nigga Nas told me money make the world
Flame rose from the ashes should’ve seen it Blackbird Shot down by the phoenix Way too much soul For the grave to hold My people don’t die We just
Stars Stars Stars Blotted out by ink Clouding forth from The bar of gold inside
the looks that kill I could be dead by dawn I'm whipping on this wheel I got my black shades on I put my brand new chains on, match my denim with a leather
I'm loving the fact you don't fuck with me Most of y'all no be my cup of tea I'm out in the field with my money tree No man fit try to get tough with
shall be told. Pillaged gold and hearts black and cold. By triumph of sword and shield, the war-cries sound. By triumph of axe and spear, victory bound.
What am I smoking I don't know Jack Don't fuck with the Feds and that is a fact I'm working the field Delino DeShields Shit's getting real get
don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone I'm in a class all by myself I'll whoop your ass all by myself I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold
a game You in yo final fantasy I been the field standing right where Peyton Manning be Send a couple shots at you bullets like a hail Mary Inspired by
to the window frame Window through the dark and the fields of snow I saw you running like a summer-flame Running through the grass Turning gold to black
in the day time Mary Jane at night she helps me sleep right Black out on job go rob get some more Bust my foot right through his door and take his
skin niggas White girls wanna picture Aye Told me record with her sister Aye We black kings in this bitch Togetherness make us rich Not the gold on my
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