Lyrics:
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Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
Baptized by the river, baptized by the river.
Black water rollin’ by o’re my soul now I’m
Washed in the blood, away with the flood
Leavin’ sins in my wake
gatekeeper is turning the key
Hell, it looks like I’m never going home
Yeah, I’m halfway out of control lost my soul
And I don't know if I can get it back
the seven holes that froze
A nigga soul and bust blood through his toes
For acting like his shit was mega heavy weight
But he couldn't escape
The way
keys
Kill me, break me
Don't you want to come by and feel the shame
Shut down high above the sky
Kill me, break me
Don't you want to come by and feel
But I only spend outta selfishness
Just a young black man that be fuckin up Italy, tell...
Redpop Faygo in my hand
Tell em I'm on my Othello shit
and they've sold you out to the shadow
For sheep you are with little purpose other then
Perpetuation, and food, and the souls to light the black lights
Within
my heart stitch
by stitch, by stitch
Black ripped jeans with the black ripped fishnets
Long painted nails
Clothes that smell like cigarettes
(Clothes
mine
Heavy lines, heavy guns, big-ass Chevy's
We make niggas shine
Bartender where the liquor at?
Black shells, scuba style, sonar, I go deep
Rip
tease
Say cheese
Disease, we freeze
The background still stealing
Lock us throw away the keys
It's our fruit they be peeling
Making juice
Give a squeeze
please
Camera tease
Say cheese
Disease, we freeze
The background still stealing
Lock us throw away the keys
It's our fruit they be peeling
Making juice
We just gotta keep going
Been picked on by the cops
Suspect, put us all in the box
But we gotta keep going
This been weighing heavy on my heart
Why
"You know we got em
Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss, Black Wall Street
I'm in that
"You know we got em
Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss, Black Wall Street
I'm in that
take pity on my soul
Help me guide me to the light now help me out of this hole
The key to it all is above and love when it knocks on your door
Let's
a bunch of fucking bead's
Aint no chain in this game
Just bunch of fucking key's
Unless it has the cross
With Papa
And the gloss and the freeze
Not even
the grilling of the sun
Motivated by the Visions on my ceiling
Designated by the killer of demons
It's right in front of me
I hold the lock and key
Thought you
you, just you
Back home, in my black room
It shapes my soul it shapes my soul
I won't let go of my black room
Because it keeps me whole it keeps me whole
go
and that's the reason why we're building inside of this ghetto
these meadows these heavy flows
inside our own soul
ayo we speak hotter than
Hydrothermal fumes to execute
The animal
Hunting for my soul
Until I find the key
A prisoner of the dead sea
I'm guarded by the creatures of mud
Volcanic floors,
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed
So lay with me
Yeah we're lookin good, raidin the skivvies now
Stand by for coordinates on that supply drop
and make it heavy on the lotion,
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