Lyrics:
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
cuz the only thing that matters bout yer album
is who else you got a rappin on it
burn black smoke fills the sky
ya bring the wicked out of me yer
a tongue twister
Mista, my style'll be makin a dent and be leavin the tracks bent
Steppin is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent
Breakin em up and then
on the sides of my seats
Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets
I blacks out never blind by the size of the image
No disguise, homocide don't
(These tears I cry)
(Sure won't be the last) ayy, rest in peace to Nip
(They will not be the last, no) the album was done, I had to go back in
they doing their thing
Cmon Cameron, oh boy, Dipset, oh boy
How can you be from a city so black
And bust shitty lyrics thats whick, whick,whack
hit the brakes
The bitches came out, so we the niggas they would chase
Envy was the norm, we the children in the corn
Black male, pickin' cotton,
From the new album "Time The Conqueror"
GIVING THAT HEAVEN AWAY
By Jackson Browne
Pretty Nova, one year over
Legal age of consent
In the flower
sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The C needs coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's
slurs
You beat a dead horse and get shot in your hearse
Throw it back at my funeral til your knees hurt
Cozy cozy, defeated by no one
Disappointed parents
loosely by the music Which my father introduced me
I watched a lot of movies
And I designed covers for albums
That I made up in my mind
and sometimes my
Promise you that I know
Black don't crack
I made it fall in my favor
You can call me hip hops savior
Did it all with my mind
I'm professor Xavier
Told y'all I be back
They aint believe it cause in the album I said I'm not a rapper
I wouldn't believe it either
I'm the type to write a verse
rapper story, no fam in a prison
But I'm institutionalised by the skin that I live in
It's either that or the fact they try condition me
I'm hindered by
Peters
Where the black suburbs at, huh
I've never seen 'em
Only living by my bond and a gat
The fuck is leisure
Dodging felonies and Siamese rats
I up
shh, then cue in the music
Like we’re livin’ in a scary movie
Once upon a midnight dreary
Sitting by the fire in our study feeling scary
Writin’ our
Big Bhad Asian
Long black hair
Said she’s married to Satan
I’m right there
(Mmm...Darkboy)
(2020)
Big Bhad Asian
Long black hair
Said she’s married
talk our age
Godfather ting kiss the ring before we parlay
Of course I've been intrigued by the scene
I stitch and seam from the same region as celestine
Mozart in the fucking cut
Spend my money way too fast
I drop an album when I need a point
We've never cared about the feds
I was paying my records
like the past is catching up to my ass
Every day, me and Mary Jane
Every day, live it like it's it for me
Black on black in time with my roots this
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
and kicking
I'm the A to the G-I followed by the A-N-T rolling with the Show be -I
Black boots, black hat, slick like a black cat
Flip like a fat
the A to the G-I followed by the A-N-T rolling with the Show be -I
Black boots, black hat, slick like a black cat
Flip like a fat cat? Never none of that, black
bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey, baby bubba
Well, he caught me in my van
The gun shot men forward
Check me out in my black Transam dippin'
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