Lyrics:
don't use no metaphors I keep it literal
I'm too pragmatic it's a bad habit black magic
What I practice in the booth my shit original
Ain't even about
a rapper, and a poet, I write shit
Bars hard, like a nigga indicted
Black truck, presidential like Biden
If it come from my mouth I write it
These niggas love
neck
Hit the bar & the make it wet
All 20 ima flex
Get right or get left
Stack money
Boss up
Live life with no regrets
I’m in Oh with the bro’s
And you
to Jersey and get lit by a barcode
I don't care about what niggas spitting
Take a shot, hope ya trigga different
See you shooting but you niggas missing
They
a band
Throw up bread, you should learned it by now
Make 'em say, "ugh, " then examine her mouth
Then it's get to stepping
I'm kicking Pamela out (Get
When you woke this morning, you looked so rocky-eyed, blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn’t get much better,
Wow, wow, hey yeah, alright, man
That was great bYE! Get the
Fuck out of here that was
Nice cut his mic off, thank you i am
Back, I am your host,
The motherfucker that be buggin' over truth, you see
Original, criminal run the town, crime pays
That's what I practice, so act
If you wan' get blasted by my
The motherfucker that be buggin' over truth, you see
Original, criminal run the town, crime pays
That's what I practice, so act
If you wan' get blasted by my
black belt like Ryu
I'm the original like Bruce Lee
You're just an imitation like Fei Long
I can murk your crew all day long
One by one, winner
insight
Fundamental movement, huh, so when it's black
This insomniac, take an original tack
Keep the beast in my nature
Under ceaseless attack
I gets
floor ya
Headz ain't ready got the Original Gunz and machetes
I Pen-dat ass to de-grass like I was Teddy
Cause brothas ain't ready for the fros
floor ya
Headz ain't Ready got the Original Gunz and machetes
I Pen-dat ass to de-grass like I was Teddy
Cause brothas ain't ready for the fros
moonlight
Standing up the top of that lonely hill
Spared by the company mines
My blue-eyed baby with her best dress on
In the shadow of a lonely pine
by the palace gates.
Now the savage days are here
Under the gods
Crazy eyed man with a shot gun
Hot headed creep with a knife
Love and peace
just on TV, and on the big screen
It's worldwide, biggest problem that I've ever seen
It's the intergalactic dog catcher
Bug eyed extra-terrestrial
Yo I refuse to lose even though I'm battered and bruised
They tried to black my third eye but I still come through
Crushin' the lactose rapper,
psycho shit
I got a axe with ten blades
That I might go get
If I explain it to you, nia
Then you will get hit
Tell your mama it’s a black dress
She needs
sacrificin, babies on the altar
I hear the cries of innocent black babies who are aborted
and unmercifully slaughtered
Loud screams echo, skulls of angry
it's actual fact
I'm not reading and striving to want to be Black
Here's the move 'cause I see none
I never boast, I never brag, I get the job done
I'm
insight
Fundamental movement, huh, so when it's black
This insomniac, take an original tack
Keep the beast in my nature
Under ceaseless attack
I gets
to the weathered out masses
The wind and the rain and the lightning clash
Burning black matches
We born into factions
Im not writing law
But I sought my own
feet quick is all a nigga know
Drive bys and pull ups Im prepared anyday
Thugging as usual I do that everyday
Bitch niggas get roasted if they not from
mid-50’s
Thoroughly written on my eulogy
Love gets deluded by cruelty
Porsche Cayenne turbocharger
Ghetto is what I am the God of
Rusty revolvers.
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