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CAUGHT IN THE ACTIONS OF NUMBNESS AND PAIN
MASK OUR EMOTIONS LIKE ITS JUST A PHASE
RUNNING OUR ROUNDS FOUND LOST IN A MAZE
SEARCHING FOR HOPE YET TRAPPED

Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi

Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi

Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi

And Brown vs. Board of Education
And I thought we was in a better place by then
One desk to the next, all changes skin
That never stopped me from making

Black
But your album sound like you give
Your nuts for a plaque
You don't ride for the facts like um
Say Scarface
You don't know what you feel, y'all too

dark
I'm getting stopped by fans in the park
I'm Superman, Kent Clark
I'm so fly, Tony Stark
I'm spitting fire, that's sparks
And they straight flames so

(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

instant
He'd be inspired
The story of limits defied
Through each trial by fire...
Limits defied through every trial by Fire
A cup of coffee
While I sit in

Seen and Not Heard

Petra

Beyond Belief

1990

Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Matthew 7:3,5, James 1:2, Matthew 5:16

Too many black sheep in the family
Too many stones from a house

nose, lips
Oh, shit, the way you kill my vibe is so atrocious, it's bogus
I blocked you 'cause I don't live in the past, live in the moment
Last time

Deep in the Jungle

Blackalicious

Solesides® Greatest Bumps

2000

To the black with a fat rap with a fat sack
With a little bit a funk in my napsack
Take it back to the brother land
And I was smotherin' stupid idiots like

an album full of rocks
Good luck to all the labels on lock
In '96 Whodini's callin the shots
It takes two to play this game
But three makes it better
Master

While coating nice lip balm to the inner line of my lungs
I've been imbibing the sun while wearing a one piece in it
And coughing blood on a canvas while

I'll be right by your side
Radio play me that new 3005
Bino won't die, illest rapper alive
See what's up with Fredo when
I'm out in the Chi
Murder

simple look makes me shiver
By your luscious and bewitching lips
Just one of your words makes me fall
Can you not hear him, the one who belongs to you?

these days

She kisses the cops on the lips
And she takes them to Paris
And tucks them in she takes them by the hand
And tucks them in she begs me

up in a Porsche
Enter convoy and test road
Nobody moves it's inertia
Family business and mob ties (Mob ties)
That shit really matters like black lives

clear up,
See the fears going up,
It's boutta get rough,

Survive you the fittest,
Derived from the littest,
Abide by the realest,
Confide in the wittest,

All the Time

Kool Keith

Black Elvis/Lost in Space

1999

rock the fattest 

Ultimate ego  your rap style  sounds feeble 

Bionic black man  crowd packed with tons of people 

No one the equal, should grab

smells and the barman has a black eye
But still better than last week's empty social club
Three hours in and last orders is finally called
But then

seconds
I'm walking real fast when the neighborhoods talking outta gas
All sudden 12 caught me crossfire and shot me in my back
Cause I'm black
And that was

I ain't out here preachin' like if I'm Malcom
I'm hella dirty in these streets, 730
ShakeDown, bitch, smoke till my lungs black
Only question I ask,

Cross 'Em out and Put a 'K

Westside Connection

Bow Down

1996

The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books, nigga
I'm not an MC, I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to-fuckin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos