Lyrics:
homie live it
It's 'kinda strange I feel I might not live to see it
The secrets being pulled out the archives
Black history revealed before our time
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
I see strange things
I think it's time for me to turn and walk away
(Talk to 'em) was
Convos in quarter to Kobe, The White range
Strange ain't
feels strange knowing my best friend's Satan
Smokless fire born pretty quiet storm like a merlin in a whirlwind
Hold a giant sword folded iron formed by
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
on volume one, tell your corner it's time
Throw in the towel, you done
Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, whoever you want
It's a wrap, your career cannot be
Mislaid plan make a mess made
Damnation, let's play hands and spades
That's without, a boycott and a sit-out
Afro-Black pick in with a fist out
!
I got five different cars
Nigga I got five different broads
'Cause I know keys!
They're like oh, my G!
Every time I'm showing off my pieces
And crack under pressure when it's time they facin'
Get to bumpin' they gums, rollin' over
Breakin' the rules and regulations
Wild nigga not stickin'
poetic genius
My thread of conscious
Handcrafted by the hands of a seamstress
Black atom, my mathematics
Defines quantum physics
This is gold metal rap
I
the barber and the black rooster little by little vanished in the air.
So the black bird spreads its wings upon the sea,
Flying over the clouds,
Far beyond
you know what I'm saying
Forever and always
And we got Preston on these drums
Can we get the chorus one more time!
Whooooo!
Skin Black
That's the oil
a bony hand
Don't you ever never take it
It's the key to his land
Oh it's strange how everything's
Changing
Now my life is fading away
Solo: Denner
Oh it's
never get caught tryin' to play on whores.
I cried, as my keys was scrapin' the car doors,
From the trunk to the hood, by the wheel and the floor.
better back the fuck back before I fuck you up
This that Hip Hop shit
This is that Smack DVD's not no Tik Tok shit
This that black timb boots ain't no flip
the little black box”
Well she took off her clothes and she took me by the hand
It was dark in there
Hey was she a man?
I jumped right out of there
I shut
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
launch these torpedoes
That'll shoot the crack out your ass at Foxwood casinos
Just me and my Gambinos drunk as fuck
Winter time parking lot, DVD in
launch these torpedoes
That'll shoot the crack out your ass at Foxwood casinos
Just me and my Gambinos drunk as fuck
Winter time parking lot, DVD in
some shit in the 60s when she was 9...
3 6 9 yea very fine...
Sock it to you sock it to you ...
9 more times...
That's code for bumping yin Yang in
want for 60
I'm might just come back
With Poyo instead of 50
Key-C is gonna shine
That boy Shaun reclined
I hit the Long Drive now it's time I do mine
want for 60
I'm might just come back
With Poyo instead of 50
Key-C is gonna shine
That boy Shaun reclined
I hit the Long Drive now it's time I do mine
a DVD
Gotta speak up twitter fingers if you disagree
Speak up and say something I beg and plea
Monomania, call it mania
By the end you might get what
we used to take turns, being black is a feeling i know for long time.
Being Black is a thing
Living Black is a dream
Because of the color we gatta
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