Lyrics:
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
(pretty)
How I'd love to know
For if I had a chance to hold you
I'd never let you go
You're my queen in the black
With your time-stopping body
the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time when such overt displays of wealth
Will not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a sane society
She recalled that moment one last time before it faded into black
How the moonlight shone on the black scabs of her black old scars
How her blackened
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
This lovely masochist
Insist on splitting wrist
Seduced by black hips
When you address its yes mistress
Pain is what I adore
Murder then drain blood down
on my knee
I be thuggin
Keep the steel
N My Lap
Right by my knee
Kind of ass I wanna feel
N My Lap
Plug
Matte Black
Ass fat
Slime waist
Nails done
Hair
Scab-riddled lips, bleeding and cracked
Premature aging, gnarling your form
Twisting, distorting, ravaged by decay
Sunken eyes stare in horrific disbelief
Look at my skin it don't crack a bit, factual
Black girls ain't got time for gravity, level up
Heads they be wanting our strategy
That's for sure
I'm in
Smoke up my throat
Healing the scabs
Why you mad
When I ask if you were happy
What we had
Two more thoughts away from the sand
God damn
Oh
Yeah
to the black Porsche
black Porsche
Eye contact for three seconds you can through my heart.
Such a every man fall in love that‘s all my wrong
Your Lip breathin’
my dad
I was a scavenger, 14 years old eatin' scabs
Graduated ta nigga meat, but I don't want to brag
Fuck Jeffry Dohmer, he a muthafuckin fag
I got
white on they toes
Peng black girls we ain’t wasting they time
Peng black girls got a lot on they minds
Peng black girls Can’t leave them alone
So
as yesterday oh
Shine, wash away this time shadows of the black days, black skies gone far
You don't want to stay awake
Just another endless day
Bitten by
rapper at all times
Black Album, Fade to Black greatest of all rhymes
Black panther black standard, that the sage goes by
Black power, black leadership
want I love it
A hustler's wit, the grit the grind
My genetic code make-up, murderer by design
On Mayan calendar time when night meets day
I'm in
and attack
Single filing up in the stack
Call 'em toy soldiers (yeah)
'Cause they just wind up on their backs
Now the sky's nothing but black
But I am not
I running down on the cheddar spitting like a Baretta,
Any time you hate I'm inspired to do better.
Mystique and unique with a desire to burn,
Like
Black and brown call me miles morales
But where my Peter Parker
A teacher in armor
Mister Miller
But he pulled the trigger
I'm with the killers
Knew
it, knuckle it however you want I love it.
A hustler's wit. The grit the grind.
My genetic code make-up. Murderer by design.
On my calendar time when
Time to act like you know now
I'm black and I'm back won't slow down
No, throw it all up watch it go down
Got it out the mud it's clean now
Black
takes is a good nigga
At the wrong time for a bad day
Like a black boy in a drive by
Couple mommas cried issa sad day
But that’s life for us in the inner
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