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In Time

Magoo

Indecent Proposal

2001

right on this flight

[Ms. Jade]
Hum on a flight? Nigga you 'fraid of heights
Ms. Jade have you whinin by the end of the night
Try and try and have

and the night falls
I'm surrounded by the dark within these white walls
I been imprisoned by all the horrors that haunt me
Remembering my aunt and all

the hills
Ya take money from the poor like a fiend pops pills
Like the Mills Brothers sing a very white song
But the roots of ya soul kinda colored belong

The Jordan's from 92' what's on my feet
That b*tch a bird I'm annoyed by her beak
Off of the trip wit my n**gas we geeked
She got some percs in her system she's

for they riches
Now motivated by the dough, fame, and a go-getter
Dreams of signing with a label eyes on big business
Performs at some shows 
Till one

both my hands and feet
All my little white lies
Smell like a big old bucket of bleach

In one ear
And out your other
So lock and key
You won't

Don't bring fake bitches 'round me (big facts)
Took a pocket full of stones, built a mansion (facts)
Walk up in the spot, she glancin' (facts)
Hit

There are times when you get suckered in
By drugs, and alcohol, and sex with women (mmmkay)
But it's when you do these things too much
That you've

get drop
Take what you have then it's back to the block
Fuck now we're getting tailed by cops
You can call us some angry birds
Cuh the pigs wanna see us

that's a new strain?
Zip it up
I'm watching my back like an eagle
Birds in the trap and they sing like the

Woah woah trapping like a Mexican
Big money

parade
Across the horizon,
dancing with the wind,
a magic to be born
This is mole's little story
brave mole that
want to be a bird so much
Being touched by

Aw... look at that, man... she's got white cotton panties on. Have you seen the bird on page 13?
Yeah man, she's a bit dirty, innit...i usually buy

tone should be negro instead of white
But I thought I was being me, just like I was taught to
Yet, intelligence makes me negligent to my roots according

Swinging waves
Dancing trees
Leaves are fallin'
As a call to the snow
Birds are buildin' the nest
To prepare for the rest in time
Sweet white blanket

roam over tall swamp a grass.
Proudly stands old mighty elm, greedly roots in sacred ground.
Fright howl of coming wolf’s. Secrets kept by Darkness Woods

to every one of them
If it's a fight with Trump and them, then I'm jumping in!
We're being fooled by some rich white old grumpy men
I don't want to be ruled

ass hoes get placed in their pockets
I need a fast whip something like a rocket
People to see places to be no time for the gossip
Money is the root so

of the white house
Singing the black national anthem
I'm true to my Roots
I keep black thought
So that means you get a black answer
If you a wack question
Yes
I

and principles set shall be broke by no man
I'm a real deal. So he's something like a big deal. We'll flick. That's the big real niggas gonna under the steel
Even

The Ghost's Off-White big enough to fit this Eagle in
Tis' the season then, why ask why? I has my reasons, and
My birds don't need no seasonin', Meth ODin'

While your feet is stomping
Pussy nigga better keep running
G-Lock and you know it keep dumping
If he running then he better not stop
All these bird ass

Dig where I give my Vertigo mind
Here's where I was born and here's where I died
A life on a line, time on a space
Defined by the case and enshrined

Thinking of reflections of the moonlight
Soft waves crashing then there’s new tides
These words guide me as a lullaby
White sandy beaches and palms

to your roots you crackhead
Stop searching for clout
I know it was hard for you to stand by my side
When I had all these plans
Searching for loyalty
But be