Lyrics:
Travel, that's key but the books cannot lie
Unlock your mind by reading
Lines of new topics
Place your optics on books
Of real black knowledge
Beginning
pictures if
You is ugly
Excellence his flow
It's so lovely
Do you know what I mean
Now can you see the I man yet
Black on black, Honda Civic 96 ya best
callin' out to me
Now she's bawlin' out to me
And she's singin' right out of key
"Oh, lover man where can you be?"
Lost little orphans on the roadside
the next quick fix.
Unpopular prophets with problems
Up against angels in disguise who want to rob them;
Who didn't want to end up crushed by god?s
hide in the shadows
Never caught by the feds I move too slick
Like Usain Bolt I be moving too quick
Got a big brain I am not a dumb hick
See me IRL y'all
La-la, la-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, lock him up real tight
Throw away the key and then turn off all the lights
Man, I've been needin' to see you all day
Boy the sun is real out here
But I've been comin' by just seein' if
I need one favor man
You know I got
your life either
So the decisions that you made, it is what it is
I can't blame ya
Every Black man do me a favor
Be in your kids life
After all, you
Yo
What up man
What's good
Gimme the joint man
Yea, nigga hold this money right here
We already got it knocked out ya know
Don't stress it
We
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
rep Jesus Christ till the end
Yeah yeah I've been
I been born again no longer the same am I
I'm a different man you can see it in my eyes
I opened up
four bars, so I told myself I’m gonna blow on my own
I do not care if you work like machines, that ain’t special to me cuz that makes you a clone
U man
to fly by on my black Yamaha, that's winging
Some man do the crime and talk but that's singing
Not many man have been in the wars that I've been in
I
Man sometimes
I have to come on here and talk my shit ya know
RCK
I Knock em 1 by 1
And 2 by 2
That's what happens when the industry be fucking with
Right, right, right
Right, right, right
KingKush, holla at yo boy man
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Look at the chain on my neck
Look at the ice on my wrist
like Axel
Gaining access to the keys
I'm too black to bleach
Too broke to go to sleep
In a two door with two whores
That truly do believe
In a broke
her
Black girls wanna give it up, wanna give it up
White girls wanna give it up, wanna give it up
Spanish girls wanna give it up, wanna give it up
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
the brass
The drip of the tap up the stairs won't stop
The twist of the key inside the lock
The cellophane taped around her mouth
And this is the desperate
knocked
What?
I don't know what this is about sounds crazy man
Somethin' about a gun
"The court calls Keith Elam to the stand.
Please approach
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
Nailing a sign that speaks fear to a bank at the man made lake
you cop you
will you now resort to black umbrellas in the sight blanching sun
Or stay
rubber in the black car
Man move petty they want one up, one up
Got a hand in every bag make it run up, run up
Only got a few skills, I got more vocations
We live in a world
Where a man is judged by the color of his skin
We can't win
Not the content of his character
They scared of you
22 million black
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