Lyrics:
In dark alleys in big swirls
She who dances with the crows
As they nest in her hair
Her halo only grows
She who dances with the crows
Her halo
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
short on the pesos
That's how the game goes
Though the concrete grew a black rose
Seven years old plateaued
Back from the dead followed by black crows
thermosphere, stratosphere
Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here
Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear
Innocent black immigrants
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
get Ta-hoes
Haters all in my face, can't see, blindfold
? on my feet, blew right by folks
Stuntin' on sucker niggas is what
I was designed for
Dead
turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint,
of lust
Fingers twine in wet hair
Limbs twist and roll
On the dresser wax drips in slow motion down the long side of
A black candle
Ecstatic halo
turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint,
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Act like you forgot about it, let some months go by
Let everything just simmer down
And just when them niggas think you let that shit go
Slide
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
Daddy
Yes mama
Let me love you
You dirty wyne boy
Coo like an altoid
I see ya smile girl
You be playin
I wanna roc wit you
You know I'm talkin MJ
head you might as well be off the yayo
I just made a 100 thousand
Don’t wear the same clothes
My new bitch a dime hair from Rio De Janeiro
Don’t know who
burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll,
to autumn
And to think it all started with mama because she got a
Pretty face with her hair in a bun
Ass fat in those pants look yum
Big ol' titties just made
God’s dogs
Halo over my pile of shit
Sit it on your front yard
Airborne pathogens, malaria to Africans
Black Death and Europeans
Never cure the human
Black and passionately
Avoiding this catastrophe
Searching for the halo like I'm master chief
Knowledge of self
Ignorance mastery
Come up out the ashes
by the gun, so I'm a die by the gun
I'm paranoid, it got me on the run
Will I live to see my grey hairs
I don't know
Cause I'm getting alot of mean
high like nosebleeds
Bouquets, take a seat
How many people you know would wash off your dirty feet
I know who my father is, sorry don't need Maury
Don't
independent
Be too elevated baby, shit, view bluer than denim
They say my hair so long, locs be kissin' my temples
Disbelievers at first, second pay tithes
no piano
Kinshara catch em by the ankles
Visored Chief leave em with a halo
Like a thief, taking hearts for show
Mask on when we slay foes
Too sick
crown
The blood drips down from your halo
On to your dirty and torn night gown
The moon is full and the stars are dim
As I'm driving to see you again
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