Lyrics:
MOTORMOUTH
Once upon a time
Girl i was just like you
Never let my extra large
Largesse shine through
Hair was brown and nappy
Never had no fun
I hid
ride for this shit
With my nappy curls, brown skin and pure heart
As a black man, I’ll deliver you true art
With integrity, showcasing black
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
got my cheese my pen & paper
it's time for me here to prepare my caper
I written it down the line & now a ring is on my phone
it's my nigga Spigg
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
The way they
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
Throw your hands in the mothafuckin air!
Ah yeah nigga
Pass the dro I'm getting comfortable
I'm just a young baller nigga wit a nappy fro
Stackin
won't kill me now
Our generations curse
Generations curse
I seen to many young boys
Built and destroyed
By the one’s that never listen
I seen to many
an my dream
An I'm stuck on that path see
Small town white boy
Brown hair that is nappy
Ladies didn't love me
till I shredded the fat, G
I ain't tryna be
brown, Blue black The perfection
Complex dred Help me sense the direction
Blessings rain down Tears fall for protection
Dirt stained hands In a prayer
believe Mr Kippers is me
One day they sail their big green boat
With its big brown sail to the sea
To fish and be happy
They'll stumble on a big sad whale
Hi, I'm King Nappy
And I'm here to intentionally interrupt this album
'Sup Mustafa, can I get a pack of Reds?
(Mustafa?)
Also some Cigarillos to get
at
The lost and found, a clown
Hottest out me, Rocky, Danny Brown
The crown move over because you’re finished
TDE push the limit
We locking it for a minute
Car
Crushing on her
From her toes to her hair
Attitude like she don't even care
Got a man I'm like that ain't even fair
Still trying kick it let me pull
how you feel
I split emotions, like banana peels
You can’t run from me
I’m in your head, you gotta deal
I doubt you’ll heal
From the words that I feel
James Brown
When he was too old to be on stage
I said that won’t be me - I'll bow out gracefully
But can I really say
Cuz here I am in my fifties
Thinking
revoir, yeah, now I'm up outta here
Pigs look me up and down with a frown
Is it because I'm brown or is it because I'm from Bucktown?
(Bucktown) home
revoir, yeah, now I'm up outta here
Pigs look me up and down with a frown
Is it because I'm brown or is it because I'm from Bucktown?
(Bucktown) home
cheese my pen and paper
It's time for me here to prepare my caper
I written it down the line and now a ring is on my phone
It's my nigga Spigg Nice, he
vision
When I swerve by Mercedes Benz, you know what I'm whipping
I was curbside, taking risks, pray the Lord forgive me
But it worked out, look at me, now
Nightmare tryna sell you dreams
Flight fare 250 a piece
Spare me the Lucifer juice
I'm the feds how I maneuver the coup
Drove by teds
Seen you cop a glizzy
Crabs In A Bucket by LB199x
Strange fruit hanging
What they want from me
When it's blood on the streets
It's war outside my window
Verse 1:
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made seven whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
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