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of all her guilt and rid of all her shame
And known by her true name and it's why I sing
Your praise will ever be on my lips, ever be on my lips
Your
the unfortunate
Hallways covered up in black spray paint
Black windows make it look hard for a black man to escape
Outside is black rain
Black clouds that just
lips lips
Cash dolla bills on my hips hips hips
Crazy Lady
Ha ha ha Have you seen me?
Sweetest Baby
I came here from the Black Sea
Crazy Lady
Ha ha ha
way its drama When Liv's lips quiver Fitz is a goner.
How I know all of this? Its ‘cus Shonda
Black made that! cll that! Black made that! cll that!
at now
Ahhh and where we at now an orange in power of all our lives call it sunny D
My lips sealed
Lips sealed
Lips sealed
Lips sealed
My lips
The way franz fanon put it, you lucky I ain't "wretched" yet
Yo, you fucked up in the game now
It's big black, mr. chairman of the mau mau
I hear
field but you ain't with the right team
All black tee, it hides all the blood, but it will not hide your bitch makeup
Bakery Ben Undefxned we just on out
I'm goin all out for self
Shyst when it's critical
Word and it don't make no kind of sense
Dudes walkin round here staring all intense
Yeah, well look
better make up your mind
We're gonna leave you behind
We're gonna move on up
Three by three
We gotta get rid of poverty
I got to stay black
Black
Of course, it's bad and makes me mad, I've been through all that
It's a fact you get less respect, when your skin's black
Back in the days of primary school
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose me man
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
Wedding bands don't make it
on the map
Baby where you wanna go
Baby where you wanna jet to
Ima make it way tougher
To compete for the next dude
Ima fuck her mind
I don't gotta get sexual
picture screen
Made it so the black guy doesn't die by the opening scene
It's the decline of the cathartic writer
And the label's who couldn't market
1-800-Iceman... ice ya'self up...
Lac: Cutlass to the Benz, Monte Carlo, Im-pala!
Mannie: DV-to the-DV-to the-DVD, you can HOLLA!
[BABY] (Verse 1:) Fa' sho,
absurd
Wide screen it expands like the wings of a bird
Observe enlighten me never be far occurred
Navigational system got brains of a nerd
TV screens
Samurai
Black Suma, Black Samurai
Coming through, Running through
Folding you, What it do
Slicing through ranks like it's nothing
Black Sumarai, Black Suma,
Think about the smarts, words said of wise
Do it like paz and I do it like Nas
You got two small fries by the size
And I get a gat, two times, two
got the black mask and I'm 'bout it
You know I can't leave the crib without it
A lot of people say they doubt me
You best believe my niggas 'bout it
the cops,
cnd brag about being in a box,
'Cos they think that,
That makes them a boss,
Man,
cll of it's dead,
Black Twitter,
Is just black men,
Versus
Make sure when you talk it's true
Before both my fists just bust both
Them lips that you talkin' through
Arsonal, let me talk to you
You soft as shit
It was supposed to be so easy...
Just take back the DVD
Withdraw that extra money
Tell mum I wouldn't be back for tea
Then grab my savings
Not 2 it's 3
You, me and G O D
Shooting my shot like C O D
Got my head spinning like a DVD
Silver lining like from a silver screen
Way too hot like I
Rogers
Or DVD by Ashara Kwesi
And let your soul roam free
Amos Wilson told us
In the 70's of black poverty
Dreamz
Dreamz are realities that we see
I
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
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