Lyrics:
had to finish it but I didn't start it
I'm just a black hearted black bastard
You heard the tape blast then the MAC blasted, the time your whole block
guys...)
You niggas better watch yo ass
(..they're the bad guys)
Them bastards they smart, man
(those guys...)
It's up to us for how long we gon' last
Bloods thicker than water
What a price we had to pay
Dear Mr. President
You and your friends you all are crooks
Sellin out the poor man
The soldiers
begins to blow
When it thunders and it lightnings and the wind begins to blow
Lord it makes you think about those people who ain't got no place to go
Well
a darkroom, in every monastery where I spark boom
A cartoon style smile smirk, how's my emotionless killer clown
Synapse behaps relax the bastard black
iKhanik
Not what the game has been Lookin For
The bastard that it deserves
My sound will make you Intolerant
To bullshit sprayed by these Nerds
I'm
the
score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by
puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
KLICKOW' Your
It's raining, it's pouring
And those free birds are soaring
And this casket's so boring
But I guess I dug my own grave
Hello, my name is Joe –
well.
Just a man with a sense of justice
Would his days of misery never end?
Bought a gun disciplined himself
Shoot those those bastards right between
cry for help those evil bastards had removed her jaw
They had taken turns and each had finished up inside of her
Put her body in the bag and buried her
Give me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
Icebreaker!
I know a silent nation in dislocation
Frustration from
either live poor or die by cops
I been stuck for the last 3 months
Dolo in these slumps
One day it's Kobe dying
Next day it's covid virus
Next day it's
the partition of God's religion
Become united by our bars and our common visions,
The "C" of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold?
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
Upset the set up with renaissance of The Roots
Return of the golden age of the Sages Poet's of truth
Poor Righteous Teachers leaders Souls
cane smacking on my window till its shattering
Glass ceiling, feel I have to win,
Flection on the past just like I’m poor again
Rain drops down as its
me mesmerized
Thunder roars and lightning strikes
Draped in black, in the dark we're disguised
Finally reached the place after a long drive
Walked
The generals of the armies that are mostly conservatives
Those are the real Mother-Fuckers that I need to bring it to
Not the poor, broke country-ass soldier
opportunity
With all, bastards against us, in one single room
Of all, the bastards against us, in one single room
Let the red run, "redrum" backwards
Can also
the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
(Number two)
Jagged edge, rockin' God, hard
that ni**a heartless, group homes, ni**a never had no fosters
'Cause who taking home the little black kid, poor thing, his momma is a crackhead
So
on Ride the Lightning
The halls of Valhalla are for those who die at sea
No bailiffs, no bankers, in general No Pussies
Heaven for the slaughterer
don't let me go
Please don't let me go
Please don't let me go
The Gaptooth Bastard
Black as the blackest night an
Endless appetite for niggas half as nice
my scars aligned
In the lightning above
I watch all the black dogs
Take the place that I love
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