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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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