Lyrics:
by Mandela
My grandfather made my career
Crazy thing is he did it from Whitney Pier
Vet or World War Two he had no fear
Ah man wish he was still
To let her know what I'm gon' to do
Sample "Dreamflower" by Tarika Blue
That's cool with you?
Yeah, that's fine baby, all gravy
Long as you know you my
feller all crack and no rocks
Motherfucker, Boxhead Walker, no address to dox
Laddies rock from the Brinx to Vladivostok
Still, the boss cop thinks he's
He's DangerMan the Black Superman!
Chorus: He's DangerMan the Black Superman!
DangerMan
I wear a mask and a cool blue suit, I drive a Mustang
you can
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
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
Ass fat yeah it's toned toned,
Fuck once then I'm long gone,
Cool nigga tell by my gesture,
That's your nigga oh he got some pressure,
And my nigga just
He likes it a lot
How would Richard Goldstein
Interpret this performance?
Obviously it's jazz-rock heavily
Influenced by Al Cooper
Honkus has been
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
slidin' you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
I ain't got to tell homeboy he know that
This is 'Matrix
Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you
the molly on the table and you know he's flopping
But know I got the Louis and know that's my topping
Throw motherfuckers in the mosh pit lemme squash this
you just like M&M's
I ain't been to New York, but I'm dunkin' like Tim
He Get robbed by some niggas in Paris like Kim it's
Like me and twin Gucci with
the life of Lucis Jones
He gives ole blue a kiss
And throws the wife a bone
She spends her day with Bobbie Jo
On the telephone
He walks his son to school
If being a pussy make u a snitch then tell me how the hell u got mob ties
By being a bitch
Or maybe that finger that itch
But we never heard the pop
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
by his net
He'll just run away and then
He'll shoot you in the neck
Slightly slower than a bullet
Riding on his donkey
He'll break all your bones
handyman he keep them tools on em
Im from the East Big Blood but I keep them blues on me
We be playing with them sticks like we sponsored by Sony
And I ain't
right? Nah man, fuck it, they're dying!
Who sit so long on their legs that they can't feel they're bones.
Who listen to albums front to back 'coz they got
One goes through this rhyme that you
He made up his mind
That every little thing he does
Be designed to entertain you (yeah)
Ooh (yeah), his
a good
Time with some girls and watching
A famous group he was dragged from there to
The Whisky à Go-Go
And forced by Herb Cohen to
Witness one of our
I got a tax a ho
Nigga givin' me the blues, he ain't got a saxophone
Better do like Madame CJ Walker and relax your tone
Only time I hit the nigga up
lessons, getting noticed by professors
But my sleep ain't getting better, counting sheep along with Deckard
I been eating like I'm Lecter, but I source my
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