Lyrics:
INSIDE MY BLUE-EYED ONE
JUST WHAT THE HELL'S THAT OVER THERE WHO IS THAT SITTING IN THAT CHAIR WHOSE ARE THOSE FOOTSTEPS ON THE STAIRS FOR THIS MY WITS
We were cursed, yes
Our burnt flesh, it attracts doom
Our skinned inked with this black hue
By con artists, we've been tattoo'd
It's no - henna, this
black men doing what you love
Black men still alive thank the men of above
Black count white faces
It's about time it's about time
All black shoes white
Think he famous he got nothing proven
Black eyed peas she gone shake it move it
Down and dirty I'm getting into it
Linking up with the gang finna cool it
All black all black
All black all black
All black all black
By any means we that
All black all black
All black all black
All black all black
for a scorched earth what's it worth,
Enough is never enough, let's have a little moan put the world to rights,
Sit back and watch it all slide by
magic
I believe in magic, it's black magic, do you believe in magic?
It's black magic, I believe in magic
And my feet in the street is black magic
And my
sick of asking, boy
Hip-hop is a puzzle
I feel we were the missing piece
Beats is like, stop saying you're the man
Well I am no Black Eyed Peas
In
Pow like Black Eyed Peas
Next level shit, let's go
I'm on a different level, the K-Town rebel
I'm on my demon shit, call me Deezy Devil
I'm 'bout
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
see it through
And held it down
You say im never grateful for the cash I need
For all the home cooked meals with the black eyed peas, well I am
Fuckin'
niggas
If you've seen what they've seen, you would wonder
Through the rain and the pain and the thunder
By the time that you realized that it's goin'
Right up in hurr, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in hurr, and don't bend wit da pre'sure
Is that what it is? The cake will do
Uhh, uhh uhh,
he's Black
He could have Ebola so send him back
In fact keep an eye on the Black Eyed Peas
Mostly Black and Guy don't worry about Peas
And the Cosbys
tell me what it's gon' be
Young nigga chop it up 223
Come to the D, don't hit OGs
And my advice is stay low-key
Bitch we great, bitch we great,
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
time? Let's just make it now
But what do I know? I'm just a black guy
Asking the same question as the black eyed peas
Where is the love? Where is
him shut some shit down (WHAT)
Watch him eyed by ya dame (WHAT)
Watch him come run the town (WHAT)
When he shines nothing is the same (YEAH!)
Bro is
shootin' nobody (Shootin' nobody)
They ain't talkin' about clothes
You know what I'm saying?
Yo, my man, I got a plan to do it all (What kind of plan
they talk it's as if I don't hear what they say
I suppose my fear for her is to feel the same
Or for her to feel that she's to blame
My wide-eyed
retreivers
Flood of releases Straight from the coast of gold you know its Gold im receiving golden receiver (shine)
feaning for black eyed peas across
me
Got a love letter, bitch you talking bout me
Young confidential, keep it secret, major key
Don't funk with this shit, im a fucking black eyed pea
the suu
(lie in cut for y'all)
Check it out
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks,
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