Lyrics:
Answer by hands
Oh my YBM open MACPRO
Wearing a necklace flashing like lightning like Pikachu
counted 123 and 4
I'm not a Goal at all
Black Knight
and the world as you once knew it will be ending soon
My black eyed boy.
The early days of courtship are the best
I miss being on buses late at night with you
bitch, she a ten, so I'ma have to cuff
You see, I don't ask for too much, baby, get ready for this ride
Baby Jet be by my side, kissin' her mouth while I
Oh my I go stu stu stupid on wax,nigga relax
Two tears in a bucket, that tap liquid in fact
I don't see death as a tragical lost or see it black
I
on speed dial
Free the leaders of the free
World with a freestyle free the teachers
Black activists get up off your feet now
And feed off my feelings
As I
gunned down by no one
Forever I reign, top Dogg number one
My rhymes are so unexplainable and Doggs that's untrainable
Uncontainable, my mind state's so
Bastard child
Breathing too black
My creole too americano blanco
To unfold the robes of Santa Maria's shrine
To welcome me home
Call me La India Negra
still depressed
Hangin' by a thread, maybe hangin' by my neck
All black fit
You can't see me with the lights out
All these fights
I just really wanna lie
dam one
Who serves they ass on a platter well done
Then go to the beach and toss that gun
Everybody humping catching HIV
Bareback style in the city by
I'm a Clipper
Black hoodies, black bitches and black Benzes
She know these chains fit
So now she want my forensics
Got love for my city, shout out
the trick to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout
guerillas performin drive-bys up on ya gangstas
Strapped the Cadillacs, my lyrical assault murder weapon
I'll blow ya rips out ya mid-section
Chinese
poopcrocks for jingle
I giggity-gots the rhymes like ??? ??? got the wrinkle
Check the real wild, my ill style gets worked out like Bundy
I piggity-pack
Had stomach slop
We Pill-y popping I'm off the rocker
Walking by they be googly eyed
See she got a thing for skeletons
Tha psycho he swirl a cyclone we
me ogbeni
Black I gat shine o
Better style karasahika
Na who dey shake am
Old ph for life an
We don dey ball am
Eeh God how e
Be all my guys dem see
A black man with attitude bird to the police
1 pump 2 pump 3 pump 4
Tighten neon laces then we out the door
Late 80s style fashion block party what's
the path of three sixes
Black magic, bright stars and bad habits
Venzilla, my shawty that's balance
I don't fuck with you girl I just like your style
All
Clinged to the fact, I'm here black, By Any Means!
It's Visine Clear, my intentions for the year
A resolution for the pollution that's produced around here!
livin life in the fast lane
Gotta stay fresh, cause I live by my last name - Styles
And they ain't make 'em like me in a while
Black tie affair, them
THE WEED I NEED? It is my vitamin, so light it Lincoln (HAH!)
Reach for the sky, you move too far, you won't get by, you gotta jar
This style is a gimmick
exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick,
This the city of Chicago
The state of confusion
The style I'm using is free
Or probably, it would be if my mind was
Peep, I'm behind 'cause
I
on foreign politics
Knows every Beatles song by name
She speaks at least two or three languages
She makes me better everyday
Its not the way she styles her
Bitch, I'm Christo from the south
Buy a dub and break it down
Give a fuck about a hater 'cause I know they like my style
Tall, black, and 21, I'm my mama
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