Lyrics:
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
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
like, come back to it later
That's like... exactly what this is
Notes
Create two albums, then release one
I'm untitled
The new project, from the projects
a lot its royalty
Seeing me is owing me
Having this joy in me
Can't toy with me
I'm a Black Oiler b
BLACK
We all royalty
Don't be blinded by the color
built up my own fucking Private Island!
Bangarang, Captain Hook
Black mustache and a dapper look
I'm the feather in the cap of the seven seas
And you
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip
On the party track I'm cold lampin
But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I ain't even
debut
Professor X (Vanglorious)
"Exists in a state of red, black, and green, wWith a key, sissies"
Now with this bein' the new trend, we don't fit in
Like they shifting keys,
Of the black stuff,
I enter a space,
Where, I command control,
Like I'm shifting keys,
On a MacBook Pro,
See man clout up,
By
Moonlight in the skies
Ma heart finda love
What i have is mine
Touching me the skies
Love is having by
Not to say goodbye
Black is just alive
Black
collapse rap shows at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by EPMD
But it's a fat jam, that will never
This the sound track to my life
By myself meditatin keep my mind right
Family man wit the plan so my grind tight
Low key stay humble living out my
came the answer, commercial was the key
To get airplay and a spot on TV
Like Ed Lover and Doctor Dre from Yo, MTV Raps
A show, mainly for the black
anthrax you tampax
I'm about to go Amtrax jack Black black Jack
Got the track saran wrap
Stand back I'm slamming an antagonist
Slapping you faggots putting
Of truth, Asiatic discipline's frightenin
some who act dumb embraced by decadence
The weak in the wake of true black militants
Hear the call and all heed
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
to survive
No matter black, white or beige
Chola or orient made
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born to be brave!
Hello, hello, baby
You called, I can't
Aw Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you
Hahahaha
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out the red
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
When suddenly johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White shining silver studs with
you gotta believe
9 23 I just gotta believe
Tryna ignore all the things that I see
Questions and answers, the lock and a key
Gimme the key
Run my track
that's gas
Ash, puff puff pass
Got an ice tray
Chillen in the keys
By the bay
Hey look at my way
Yah by the way
Statin' facts
Postin' music on axe
Watch
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
hurry, always track always ball
‘Bout to smash through the wall
Key West Keylime, order by the pie
Get, get lost in the summertime sky
Big, big bass from
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