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the wind is blowing 
and the hardest part is never knowing 

From the back of the yards 
To the Armitage barns 
From the sting of your lips 
To the scars

like a cleat
500 on the oven, I bring the heat
Outfit all black, like Whoopi Goldbergs lips
Keep a pole like I'm fishing in the whip and hip, bitch
Feel

the creature from the black lagoon
yeah i'm in your pool mate
lurking, waiting to drag you down after a fool's fate
you brought my people to the ark but i'll

the cauldron
You running ya lips, who said you was lit 
You son of a bitch, I'm sick of this shit
I put my style and flavor all over this bitch, Brando

Was

Ya
Ok
Think he need a shower damn it's hot
Sticky icky baby think he got another shot
I keep it all buried deep down in my socks
Blue and black

beat up by the years
Does she cry sad or happy tears
Is she the one
Holding you back
Is she the one screaming
When the lights are black
Is she the one

to be Black and poor? 
cd nauseum you've heard the story tracked before 
I won't elaborate on Blackness in cmerica 
Rather get the dynamite 
Collapse

will destinies henchmen?
space and time anuva projection?
Black and white right, I was born on a zen thing, puffing up my chest and starting a rebellion,

a losses and got the fuck back up
Lifted up by your own feet, it's no such thing as luck
With everything that you done seen, but you ain't never sink
Them

Eighties Girl Lyrics

She was born in the seventies.
Short black hair and her bluejeans.
With Iggy and Debbie.
Rick Ocasek and Penny.
All night with

Cause think
That ya gotta flee somehow
I'm not the one
To run & hide
Got hella pride
Look the definition up
And my face 
Right by it
But All dez
Mental

and queens from kemet. Now the gang violence endless. Red and blue, clowns in suits, dancing monkeys, uncle toms and black faced jesters. symbols made with

boy no mother fucking toff 
I’m black and nasty, just like liquorish 
Sweet gal wana, lick of this 
Dick get kiss, by petal lips, absolute bliss 
Squirt

smoking trees catching Z's by the pool
cnd it's a beautiful Tuesday afternoon
I got work but, my job is keeping you in tuned
The beats that I'm producing

the one I want for myself 
Mind committing crimes 
I’m locked in my cell
Lost with myself 
Next spot on the shelf 

Best selling section since eighty 
By

before we’re left in solitude
This is a shout out to the fools at the back
A fabricated vision about as likely as a black tic tac
Need to get the hell out

pussy as it starts to extract and grip
As spit bubbles start to foam between her beautiful feminine lips and my big black masculine dick
Oh her stomach

know it
Crawling under girls lips do I show it?
One point was worried I'd die as a virgin
Now I roam at midnight
Only past in my sight
I feel haunted

french kiss
My black queen got the best lips
Calls me by my name no question
All my niggas fly at the entrance
Foreigns on freeways don't exit
Brooklyn

It looks like there’s coal on my lips but I’m telling the truth
And I can see finger prints all over this room
You’ve picked me out from the criminal

while you’re musing all the things that drive you 
Mad 

(verse)
Dream in black and white 
Silhouette by moonglow 
T.V Static making noise 
I can hear it

Her crimson lips are dripping evil words that contradict me
Black honey rivers forging paths I know I never can leave
Her syrupy tongue is rotting my

cash, some rubbers, a Kodak
Her bag, got lip gloss with some keys a gat
Real nice swag, skinny jeans, black tee and a hat
Keep my bag by my waste, now I

I want to know that someone cares, that someone is thinking about me
I want to be all by myself just to be sure that I feel free

I want to be