Lyrics:
know a lot of fiends by they first name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains
Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones
down
Hermes'd out
Damn, ya'll just missed out
Devil horns to all my haters
Dirty weed up in your papers
Get your food spit on by waiters
Ask your girl
That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car
unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
Hold me close
Taught never brag never boast
Lips sealed hold the boats
Compose quotes opposed to the comatose
The phonics is Powernomics
Til the day
right hand and drawn
I'm maleficent I'll drop a curse on them all
Please don't try me, nigga don't try me
Hush your lips, your better not likely
Most
Ya anti-black, don't care about injustice
By, the lack of action
We were brought here in a faction
No compassion, no you can't imagine
Stripped from ya
it
You don't wanna fight, you
Ain't built for that, huh
Yeah, roll call, you can see my hands
Jaws gon' break lip gon' bust, you like
"Why you snuck up
stands in the window
And screams that my first-born
Will surely be blind
She throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
She's parted her lips
Uh
Black street,
Wall Street
I built my street
Karen get up off me
This is cause u forced me
Retaliate to demonstrate,
This the hand you served me,
So
All senses woke
The colors glow
I paint again
Your lips on mine
Hands on my waist
All of the nights
I pictured this kiss
And now I taste the stars
Got to go through in this white land
Take, rape, hate
Another type of dirty dan on a black man
Image created by the white man
Wait wait wait
So who
but won't look you in the eyes
We'll talk dirty but only online
Taking hits of your pen
Blow smoke on my tongue with your hands on my neck
A bull in
a gat in my black hand
So white heathen, taken straight out of
The crate of a mouth of a babe
Yeah, a honkey can't stop what a honkey started
And I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And by a thousand powder-burns"
Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor
your hands on me
It all started in Africa with the masters colony
They ripped us gold, with damn diamonds
Kings and queens, we strong Warriors, we black
Raw backwards on all you rappers
What's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement massive
I'm
Black hoodie, black sneaks, black Benz all
Money off, eight thou, put my hands on
Mob ties, had to jump through the barbed wire
Now a nigga sitting
on the shelf
And as O'Malley poured me out a drink
I sniffed and crossed myself
My hand decided that the time was nigh
And for a moment it slipped from view
back
Killing these niggas in all black
Look at these bitches, tryna broadcast
Bad, it's two, it's not even nobody bad as you (oh yeah)
Come on,
goes by
tell me why I still can't look her in the eye"
"God I'm only human, got no other reason..."
sin for a season...
There's a shaky hand
black bed.
Burmese fashion.
Waiting...
The darkness licks the moon
Your show has ended and my body instinctively waits
to be satisfied before giving in
hittin gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight
leapin tall buildings in a single bounce feelin ceiling lights
hear me this if I go I better go in style
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
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