Lyrics:
got a misdomener
Cause I got a deuce-five, and I'm black as Sarafina
Get the hell out Somolia, we didn't call y'all
I can't wait till I can kill all
[Chorus]
Beats bangin' better bring it big or bounce bitch
'Bout to blastin' in blood I'm back in this black brick
Boss ball I've been breakin' bread 'n
the banksta'z, bring it on through (Black banksta'z)
Fuck who you knew, son in your booth, my nizzle what the fuck you gon' do
Material untaxable, so any trap
of the beast
Don't look into his eyes
Burning with malice past the point of no return
They're piling bodies one by one
Fulfilling all their dreams to come
of the beast
Don't look into his eyes
Burning with malice past the point of no return
They're piling bodies one by one
Fulfilling all their dreams to come
Just in case you forgot
We go by The Runners (hold up)
Chris Brown
This what we do
We do this
I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money
maybe finally we'll see what we've buried
Well maybe finally we will talk
Extracting confessions
By means of wine and beer
The black dog needs his walk
This Can't be a Craig Vill Song
You see my momma told me you better never sell crack
And if you do don't bring ya black ass home
You see My father
your soul and the pain feels eternal
And so, you will be hugged by black wings again
Under black wings, under the shadows
Screams in the dawn
Bring your
INTRO
Yea (yea)
J - A - Y (you know the rest)
Chea, yea, yea, yea
VERSE 1
This is black magic
The fear dissipating through all the havoc
Breathing in the same air, black don’t make me different
You can burn my cable, but I know I’ll be more
See the world is evil, it’s been on for too
who'll laugh first
Starfort projected way past Earth
Into a distant age
This is not the phases of the moon
Black mass black sphere
Bring the end it's
I'll bring forth order, justice and restore
My reign, which is mine by right one day
And slay all who stand in my way
I was to face The Unknown
So I
yea I got the pin
By the door with a AK, let me in
I don’t smoke, but that choppa split you like a backwood
All white interior, with a black hood
I’ma
the funk, funky funky stuff I bring
My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues
Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others
Get
were just following orders
Or were taught to do it
Instead saying no, many would just go and do it
While Black Wall street was bombed to the ground
By
orders
Or were taught to do it
Instead saying no, many would just go and do it
While Black Wall street was bombed to the ground
By airplanes because
wicked and wild me ah
tell you bout the stats in the USA hold on wait 324,000 blacks
killed by blacks in 35 years them sort of things to my eyes
it brings
together
Bring the ether in the morrow
Nothing makes sense anymore
Why is my heart is beating black and blue?
You made my senses so unsure
I think I fell for
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
or such
We gather here together though
We aint from the same box
I dont care if youre rich or poor
White, black, blue or green
Just bring your soul and let
fuck a mic check
Bring em round the underground, pocket full of sound
Ashes to ashes y'all niggaz goin down
Eat shit and die slow, battle ground
face salute
Parlez-vous Français? Salut
Je m'appelle J-M-E
Let me show you around this jungle
I get black like Akon's hair
So black if you black out
Christened to leave, holy riders in black
Sancted to kill and bring fear
One-by-one lambs and martyrs, all cursed in attack
Falling to death they will swear
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