Lyrics:
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
right back
People wanna follow me I cannot follow back
If you wanna add me I can't add back
Keep it low-key maybe right behind my back
1-2-3-4-5 I just
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
a survivor up inside her yeah yeah she knows how to ride us.. Come here girl
Get drunk with me hand cuff my feet tear my clothes off me
I wanna twin in me
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
keyhole.
Dax-strong in this dream you begin to cut key
In the furthest corner of a clearest skull,
When you feel your kneecaps being nursed by a white
hands together if ya
Black skin melanin is dripping off of ya
Sun kissed black skin and looking amorous
Cuz ya
Celebrating life
And ya
Spreading love
the weather
Know they wanna see yo downfall dark child
Get up off yo ass and rise like the moon
And keep in mind if you strive better days are coming soon
Soon
way,
And this little bitch, she keep it low-key in the cut, you can tell she don't rock with her man,
I drop a hint, let her come onto me I ain't
on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
showers with seven virgins
And hours of heaven, lustful pleasures
A couple C cups and the essence enough to keep blood rushin'
I fuck with her heavy
I
dive
Galilee your seas are bluer than me
Swallow me, I wanna dive
Waiting F T W
She put her hands upon me
Like a painting by Millais
She comes
That's fresh squeeze with the pulp, mama got a big butt
Tiffany chain, the stones freeze in the throat
Love to hold my hand, stepping off planes from
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
that's 10 years clean
And she's still tryna keep that
Monkey off her back
And it's a fact we don't rap alike
So if you grab the mic
Then I advise you: put
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
prob'ly rip your pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It prob'ly'll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me
rapped sooner
I been hopped off the porch, you niggas late bloomers
Tell her back that ass on me you know I love the spoon her
Yeah, that's my bitch, I
heels walking to the car
Keys jingling, I see you, I see you
Bury your head under the sand
The holy ghost of vermin
Heart clip
Aerosol
Shh
Figure in
the air, y'all, yeah (what up, Brooklyn?)
And just clap your hands, yo, yo (oh)
Freak, freak y'all and you don't stop (feel free, y'all)
To the beat,
the air, y'all, yeah (what up, Brooklyn?)
And just clap your hands, yo, yo (oh)
Freak, freak y'all and you don't stop (feel free, y'all)
To the beat,
Ghosty yo
Burstin' all of these hand-to hands
Cah my worker's gone off the rails (Hands on)
Told bro 'go shut the window'
Cah the breeze blowin'
fuck being peaceful
Y’all killing my people
My hands are Black
Your hands are lethal
Outlawed my skin
Made killing us legal
Took away our rights
Can’t
like a lobster
All blacks D's on it, hoes holla
Slidin through your area
Why is they comparin us?
Serious, numbers on my check
Look like a serial
And I
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