Lyrics:
is missin and I left without permission
I got bagged with the darkest black marker I had
An easy target cause my tag is on my bookbag
As I was shadowed
cake gon be a while before you see her
Bullets costing with the wind suit up gang dis ain't a trend
Call me scream all black be da attire SUN
Fuck a L
the rest of time
Defined by my obsession with the last ride
Catalyst for the wicked shit
Black Magic clique's little anarchist
The line I walk is thin
ten
Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash
Knew I would get busy, he didn't waste time to ask
[Hook]
I bought a Benz with the money
the color, the villain's in black
Always down to make noise, and attack
So you better get back unless you wanna come with it
and make your face like a target
where we're really from
Is the place where
We became who we are today
A mix of insecurity, obsession, kindness and funk
Kids playing with matches at heart
broke my heart
I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart
Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese
While the Japs stack scratch
trap that track
Got miles on the shoe imma flash by flash
Take care of the blind gotta hit that fact
Bleed blue anywhere with the south-side swag
Rap
What a movement, the rap solution
It thumps so hard we got 'em world wide usin' them
Tracks from Black for satisfaction
The role of captain played by
and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back son
Me and Shock up in
Spence the track pimp
Dangerous when I murder bass lines like Shawn Kemp
'Cause my whole game official, my hot ones ain't going to miss you
What they
my back
Keep myself grounded, I can't let you take me off of my tracks
Wonder why ion trust these niggas, 'cause them boys heart turn black
Aye, Why
an anomaly
Honestly an enigma
A black unicorn
Born not to fit a stigma
No track uniform
But you can tell who run it
My heart hardcore
Cardio crunches
Lunging
When suddenly johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White shining silver studs with
spitters
I run my city
You run from willies
Like blunts or phillys
I smoke these faggot Milli Vanilli's
My niggas be with me
Putting the streets on my tracks
and put back there
I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair
And my head shouted down to my heart
"You better look out below"
Hey, it
going right cuz I been LIVING WRONG
Woke up in the morning I turned over and my bitch was gone...DAMN
Summer Time heart cold nigga
Hopped out my feelings
views do you choose and who's lyin'?
Who stands behind hidin' in the dark?
Who is strikin' the spark, trying to shine some light to warm a cold heart?
It
I make it thru
(Gunshot) everythings slowing down, my heart throb too
[Verse 1]
Still haunted by the past, no credit for the present
Death would be
the villain's in black
Always down to make noise, and attack
So you better get back unless you want to come with it
And make your face like a target and close
wait
I actually grew five times my size grabbed
Ma$e by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him
Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism
Attack is for
tell you nothing new, you may walk by
All I see is only black, black and white
Gotta make it clear, I think this time
I win, this time this is all mine,
with more internal hemorrhaging
As if I speak Ebola
See when you bleed the odour caught my attention
Looking at MC's with black eyes
Like what's with all
slaves on tracks
I'm Django with the grip upon my horse blue slacks
I'm Anakin Skywalker, same city as Shawn Carter
The infinite fly talker, slept
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