Lyrics:
Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words in this song
Can you hear me alright?
This goes to everyone in sight
Left or right black or white day
Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words in this song
Can you hear me alright?
This goes to everyone in sight
Left or right black or white day
Ride through the dawn, Amsterdam awakes,
Past the Van Gogh dreams and Rembrandt's stakes.
Bikes in a dance, on cobblestone beats,
Uh
Life a game of chess
Pawn into a king
Started as a rook
Plotting on my queen
Heiress to the throne
Come get with the team
Always bet on black
What
baby, I'm so proud of you
I'll see you tomorrow, the next day too
Dig you back up and we're ready to go
When it hits dawn I send you back below
I love you
Right on my side Ride by my side
Right on my side you there when I Need you God yeah on God yeah
Right on my side Ride by my side
Right on my side
been infested by Bloods, lustin' for colors of red
More black lives done shed through
Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue
Boned out
ever come
Would the dawn ever kiss me, forgiven me, knowing what's done
Would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song
Would the woodbines
ever come
Would the dawn ever kiss me, forgiven me, knowing what's done
Would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song
Would the woodbines
** PERSIAN POETRY **
Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare;
Tomorrow’s Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
Drink! for you know not whence you came,
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
moon.
The cowering pack awaits the Triumph,
Of Winter transfixed by awe.
Your scream freezes on your lips,
Your blood is crunchy on your teeth.
Dragon
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
nigga
The Black car the white collar covers all the bullet holes in the government yard
Try to hold on pray for the dawn but this time the nights are
Age of poems and poetry, old sloans
Explosive head bullets, black hooded
Invalid footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips
And know how to put it in
conscious style
Yo, where all the teachers went
With all that pro-black shit?
Where all the conscious niggas that
Used to chat like this?
See, I remember
Ah ah ah ah...
And your black two lips of time
And your black two lips of time
And yours hand rejoice in mine
Ah ah ah ah...
And that seed, it grows
forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
Yo, I got niggas in
blessings in each sentence
Like an incantation at dawn.
I buola chi?
Chi nyele ugo.
Echi di ime.
Tomorrow is pregnant.
For who knows the belly that will birth
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
of nothing
Stop fronting
I am afraid of what I wont do
That's my fantasy
Like tattoo I land on any planet
With Janet that galaxy girl
Black pearl as my world
What once had beauty the Sun burned in pain
I wonder if those lives were wasted in vain
Survivors bled and made the black sky rains
Time goes by
the battle, obscurity wins
In this new dawn of eternal hellish flames
Darker and stronger awaking the king of chaos
Awakening in spiritual madness
The breath
as fuck, wonder why I don't give one
We stay blazing, got my homies saying damn I smoke fat
Put my backpack in the back
Jump in the whip, it was all black
We
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