Lyrics:
Loved a lot people that ain’t never loved me back
My heart turned cold I’ll tell you it’s black
Fell in love once but I was moving too fast
When I
the reason why i am the wizard
My mind never clear, my heart colder than a blizzard
My soul filled with art painted by van goh
Is this the start to my
this way, yeah
Ooh, there ain't no other way!
Ooh, there ain't no other way yeah!
Cmon! im on the right track!
-Black Jesus + Amen Fashion-
Tonight we
You should have a heart attack
I'm chargin' Smack cause I do a
Great job, I been the truth
I'm talkin' facts
You just bend the truth and
Come with
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
[Grym Reaper (Gatekeeper)]
(Black woman)
She's never gonna come back
(Princess)
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like a track
Beautiful black is gold
Mmm
Beautiful dark is cold
Mmm
Her love is war but my heart is cold
Mmm
Can you ever feed my soul
Beautiful black is gold
Mmm
I'm cold in my heart
I'm cold on the throne
Surrounded by snakes
Made it here on my own
I played my part
Now I'm cold to the bone
Ye I got a house
scrap, black tracks
Free milk and cheese
While the Japs stack scratch
With the Vietnamese but I'm finna squeeze
Stack g's they left on a trap
A young playa
Ima stone cold spitter
When i step up in da light
Rose gold yeah i glitter
Just been charged for murder
On these tracks ima killer
Yeah I wanna whip all
one day
Love the way I feel, streets replaced with fields.
Wide awake in here, you shine.
Ran away from goals, left you in the cold.
Nothing's
on the TV screen (ah)
Weed tems match the tans, the black match the greens
Mclaren P1 (skrrt), with the M16
Oh, I (oh, I), oh, I (oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)
heart and soul, and hope to replace it with foreign clothes
But that sweater won't get you through these endeavors
Every cell in me that's alive thrive
fills with black stone
Heart been attacked hard to unpack
I should have known the red flag
Far away (There is red flag)
Enough with white lie (There is
call it the wax
The recording sciences developing the tracks
is not the essential fabric but if you have it
might make you a household name and let you
clocking and watching and jockin’ our style
We got tracks by the pile, they been stacked for a while
When I’m happy I frown, when I'm angry I smile
There's
in blood
Instead I'm in black again
Blacking on tracks again (Oh)
Oops I'm alive and well
You rather see me go die on film
Shot by the popo just lying
I'm hanging with wendigo
We in new york and we sticker the city
I'm hanging with dillinger spitting it wity
I rap on the track like I diddle her
Blessing me I don't know why Jesus keep on blessing me
I'm Jordan with the rock if you reach I'll give you a lesson
Aye look, long days with some cold
New attempt, I was done being broke, flip an M for a win
Window tinted, I was so damn cold
Summer cruising in the whip
Going harder for a check, Shawn
might spot your ride and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back
and cold
Slaves to a system
A decaying state
Drones with no future
Suppress their hate
It's time to stand up
For what you believe
Bodies pile up
(Al Geno, on the motherfuckin' track)
If you postin' on the internet, I can't be that real
Walk with me, I'ma show you what these niggas really
Well, here comes my broadcast colleague, the Loose Cannon himself, who
I'm sure is going to have a lot to say about his matchup with
Stone Cold Steve
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