Lyrics:
Put you fist high cause
Black Man King
Fist high cause
Black Man King
Fight the power now
Black Man King
Just fight the power now
Black Man King
Be
rap is real, watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes, 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
Ten miles to northward of the narrow port
Open'd a larger haven: thither used
Enoch at times to go by land or sea
And once when there, and clambering
Mmmmm-mmmmm
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues
Give me your right
Mmmmm-mmmmm
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues
Give me your right
on my love
She blew him a kiss and she hollered "Bravo"!
As he hung by his nose up above!
He floats thro' the air with the greatest of ease
the mail
Half black is the new black can't you tell?
It was blue black like Wesley Snipes in new jack
Now you got to have a white mama just to do that
helping
Guide the barefoot and the po' man
Guide the blue blood, all the humans
I lift my eyes up to the hills man
These fields and hills, Lord, all need
in tune with his, well-heeled patrons
than with his hip-hopping friends.
"Who hooked you up man? Yo' momma?!"
[Aceyalone]
I wrote a poem the other
that no problem
Well make it three by the end of the day
You under estimate the pill
Ill show you a cheap thrill
Get hung
You tiny chode
Get Hung
Dick
Looking on various street corners
I'm sure you've seen it yourself
Standing on the corner is an alleged brother
Dressed in blue or green, red
Looking on various street corners
I'm sure you've seen it yourself
Standing on the corner is an alleged brother
Dressed in blue or green, red
The open sea was his play-ground
Ya the man at the wheel, kept an even keel
Always straight ahead never around
Well here's another story, from another time
beer that evening,
Sing a little bit of these working man blues
Well Hey hey, the working man, the working man like me
I ain't never been
Hung I was on the windswept tree;
Nine full nights I hung,
Pierced by a spear, a pledge to the god,
To Odin, myself to myself,
On that tree which
a little beer in a tavern
I'll cry a little bit of these workin' man blues.
Well, hey, hey, workin' man workin' man like me
I ain't never been
I spend my days just mooning,
So sad and blue,
So sad and blue I spend my nights just mooning,
All over you (all over who?)
Oh I'm so full of love,
chewed
I'll be pink oh, I'll be pink oh
I'll be pink and you be blue
I'll be me and you be you
And we'll make purple
We'll make purple
We'll make purple
house
He's out of sight yet
Oh he's your mistreated lover
He's your black coated man
I've been raised by the criminals
Brought up by the blues
Been
I was up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man
I was up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues, give me your right hand
I was up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man
I was up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues, give me your right hand
I was up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man
I was up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues, give me your right hand
overly fucked in the beef
Pretty sure I landed a bang to his teeth
Man will get banged in the face by me
Not my bredrin, banged in the face by me
by and beat up my son
So I went out and bought myself a big old German dog
The man behind me saw me and he started raisin' hogs
A nineteen year old
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