Lyrics:
Can I talk to ya'll for a minute Family?
I want to read a an Obituary for The Black man.
We come a long way, but we still got a long way to Go.
I
the tension
Living pretentious, casually profiting ventures
Manifested, by the way of black intelligence
Black skill, black heart and black eminence
Black
For my theme song (black)
My leather black jeans on (black)
My by any means on
Pardon, I'm getting my scream on (black)
Enter the kingdom (black
connection
All the triborough got the back of black connection
My huggy bear connect, connect
Me cautious, I enter a flamin' scorch, you by the door,
of the graveyard crow
I'm dreaming of a black Christmas
One caused by the tiniest bite
Buboes excrete
Dead in the street
Don't you wish your Christmas could be
When you are black that's a VIP for rip
Watch me I might just blow this shit up like TNT
For my people in the stress I got you and me
I do this shit
Beautiful black is gold
Mmm
Beautiful black is gold
Mmm
Beautiful black is gold
Mmm
Identified by her skin tone
Trying get out that friend zone
And get up in
And as our time goes by
We watch our dreams unfold
Soo
Walk with me
Build with me
In time well see
Black wall street
It's our history
How its pose to be
Black
same battle for ages
Black men, black women, black children
Brought us to this country they needed our black skills in
We paved roads, fought wars,
up
Black designers run the world
Got my name all over yo girl
She want Brandon Blackwood
She want Telfar
She want Nikes by Davy Fresh
That's
a beautiful sight
And now a child can understand
That this is the law of all the land, all the land
The world is black, the world is white
It turns by
a beautiful sight
And now a child can understand
That this is the law of all the land, all the land
The world is black, the world is white
It turns by
Who is the Original Man?
The Original Man is the Asiatic Black Man
The
Maker, the Owner, Cream of the Planet Earth
God of the Universe
Ima Negro,
Suffocate
By toxic gas
All life inhaled
Desecrate
Violate
We light our
Only world ablaze
Black blood clots on the face of her sons
Black blood rots once again
Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah, chyeah brrat, black
Yeah (Uh) get it
As we proceed (yeah, brrat, bop, boom)
To give you what you need (yeah, yeah, Q)
T-D-E
man got no time to cry
We always got to work harder to get by
Black man got no time to cry
We must grind bigger to be fly
He told me a story about his
the girls all look when I go by
It's what I wear that makes 'em sigh
Black slacks I wear a red bow-tie
Black slacks they say, "Meoh my"
Black slacks with
since Kobe and Shaq (Kobe)
No rap cap, I put Black Migo Gang on the map (yeah)
So crack sacks just to pave the way to where I'm at (juug)
I trap rap,
the couple can't seem
To agree, Nicki, who is dressed in a black
T-shirt that says "FEELING
MYSELF, " cheerfully suggests that they poll
The room the producer,
Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
and u know the shit black on black
Black on black, black on black
I'm out here doing me I give him no fucks bout u haters
If you give this shit a listen
black thing)
Blacked out in the backseat in the black Jeep listening to "Black" by me (by me)
You can catch me at "Taste of Soul" eating on gumbo with
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