Lyrics:
you're free again
Yes the tyrant is dead, he is gone, overthrown
You have given our souls back to light
by reality
Solicitation of my Nation for a salary
Conversation travels through the galaxies
Like shooting stars, introducing Lord Jamar
The Black Man
I'm writing slicker than black Ice
I'm good liquor on a bad night
My jambalaya got black rice
Niggas smoke meth, I rock black ice
I'm writing slicker
that white just like my soul ain’t only white
Half my piano keys are white but then the other half are black
And THAT is the half that my hands like
or evergreen touch hair
You're black, white, beige, cholo
Descent, you're Lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities, left
You outcast, bullied,
to Xzibit, lift, build muscle I hustle
And broaden my horizons
Stay focused to the point of
The chin like Tyson
Get live like a dunk on a
Big man by Allen
Don't change clothes change the cd
Murphy Lee what the hook gonna be
Cause you do need a hook and another beat
Jermaine Dupree, you know you wrong
shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me by my motherfuckin hair! Let
go of my motherfuckin hair!
Hey just step the fuck
Uh, I remember bein' broke
Talkin' 'bout we gon' get this money, gon' get this money
Wiffle ball playin', to the mall slanging
CD's of niggas
is dead
I'm here to resurrect me, mug is to sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
To many
never change)
Never change, this is Jay
I am a Roc representer (oh)
Summer to winter (oh)
Dead or alive (uh)
24/7, three-sixty-five
One CD
They say, "Stay safe" but they still hit us
Fill the rivers
It's like the ghost of Emmett Till with us
We got black cards
Now they gotta deal with us
the colours have gone
Like the wind
Blowing snow
Down my back
And christmas is coming I sit by the tree
And sing your favorite song
With a key
And a ring
Alright, alright this is how it went
I saw her in the woods by herself I had a knife
Perfect opportunity to take another life
Unfortunately I'm fucking
My style terrific
Watch how I’m living
Don’t fuck with that lean it’s henny I’m sippin
Don’t come to my section if you gone be trippin
I’m
a day with the money and the power
Me I'm both them, money and the power
Push your tongue key
That's money with the powder
Inspired by them niggas and in
win a grammy
Unless we sellout and kill the black movement dead
Which means swallow our pride and become flunkies instead
And stop the rap about
I always wonder what they see when they look at me...
What it is about me, that makes them feel weak...
It's my strength
They harassing me for Black
fuck inprisonemnt
Look around for any chemicals
All I found was a cd of the black parade, i wanted to be joining
But not a single drop of poison
I
it better be
I block her number she dead to me
Women they never could better me
They try to tell me it's jealousy
Mama always told me keep my head up
on my hip & I keep it for the vamps
The ghoulys come alive we gone shake em leave em dead
The Krusader's gone ride, we gone cut a jokers head
They say I'm unhealthy, hella handsome and wealthy (goddamn)
I look out for the family and I gotta move stealthy (oh)
I'm on my black horse, that's
the time gone by
I'm dead
(Sloth are you okay?)
I body what I touch
Count on me to fuck it up
Boy we ain't the same
We in different lanes
While you smoking
Our days go by
Like shadows at night
Time turns your dreams
To black and white
Who's gonna take my place (tell me)
Who's gonna take my place
Who's
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