Lyrics:
people
Devil, look at your own dirty past
Before you come to me with your blue-eyed evil
If I kill 30 innocent, would you write
A movie about me and spare
comes, the candidate
Blue-eyed boy, United States
Vote for him, the candidate
Diamonds cut, diamonds cut for the karats
Plaster of Paris, the floats
comes, the candidate
Blue-eyed boy, United States
Vote for him, the candidate
Diamonds cut, diamonds cut for the carats
Plaster of Paris, the floats
I am a reflection of you
Black and blue pure as the tears of coal-colored children crying for acceptanceÂ
You can't run from yourselfÂ
She's just
cuss, bust
Kickin' up dust is a must
I can't trust, a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a unicorn
Born, wicked, Laurence, Powell, foul
Cut
your moms And buryin' your best cat
Talkin' 'bout revenge while carryin' his casket
All teary-eyed 'bout to take it to a matress
I'm talkin' 'bout
to do with Black Lives Mattering?
Absolutely nothing, that’s how much BLM does for black communities
And they claim they are oppressed by systemic racism
killer bee sting remains accurate like a marksman
So, tape with caution, we attack like black martians
Corner of the market, by usin digital
over a year
I couldn't have married him though
So we just lived in sin on the road
There was that black eyed beauty from Boston town
Two days were
My People Cry
My People Cry each and every time
That we lose another black life
My people cry
For every siren for every blue light
Because to be
out butt naked watchin' the cosby show
Hey little rascals Eddie Haskell
Black eyed peas with a lot of tabasco
Chico stix big fat chicks
Old reruns
As I was sitting by the fire
Eating spuds and drinking porter
Suddenly a thought came into my mind
I'd like to marry old Reilly's daughter.
be the type to seduce his own master
Kidd be as hot like Cali on fire
Kidd in all blue when they want black attire
And kidd be the truth sang by
of oxygen to say that”
“200 000 deaths from the virus”
“It is definitely not about Black Lives. And remember that when they come for you, and at this rate
pair of heels
While the hard-working blues of the collar estate
Wonder hey Don, is this America being great?
We don't want you
We don't need you
Go
cashing in
Take the Cadillac down to the Broken Spoke
Do the ole two-step or cotton-eyed Joe
Just like the south they're gonna rise again
Believe
every home
Lead a blue screen, bruised dream canopy
Victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team
Ooh, I love all advertisements
Though
a Lincoln on hold
OG by the O, shit my mans and 'dem grow
On the low he blend in think he regular joe
He the plug
Pump so much bass I need another sub
Ask
Scarlet Town in the month of May
Sweet William Holme on his deathbed lay
Mistress Mary by the side of the bed
Kissin' his face, heapin' prayers on his head
Joe said go all in
Bet my chips go wavy
C class twin Mercedes
Sauce me up no gravy
Diamonds wet they rainy
Catch the sun so shady
Dance
Robo cop
Oracle
to the bed
Im falling apart and
Wingspan is black and blue
Im falling from you
Falling apart
Falling apart
Falling apart
Falling apart
Blue eyed baby
You
his real name
And so it's time for telling Kip
That Joe is through with the game
Then I'll make Josephine proud
By finally taking the blame
Then
till we all blue in our faces
Till we all the same hue and we viewed as race-less
I said race-less not racists face it
I wanted to be Black Thought but
As Allen and Milton and Dwight
If more you would know of this Jack Ash credo
See the Blue Book, the Black Book, the White
If you do you will find wе're
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