Lyrics:
the reflective
Panel and killing
The informant with his job complete
He put on his white mask and fled
The scene by rappelling down the building
Back to the Cicada
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
stare
Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
My Clan a make me rhyme like D.
Gayle
In mental asylums, their patients experience the
Worst form of treatment possible
They struggle against the force of doctors in white shirts
of us that we love
Stand by them and stay close to them
And I say that if there'd been a couple of more a
little closer to Dr. King he wouldn't have
their own way, great timing no calling fakes
My schedule is fully booked; I'm on these books like Doctor Strange
Deadbeat father to the kids I blue tick
Can't you see we livin' in a war zone?
Guess you don't notice when you livin' in it
Like every weekend it's a man down
Ain't got no pity for
no participation trophies in life
So remember kids: if you play, better play to win
It's time to make hip-hop great again
Walking down the block one
and university, as men we could now go
We’re finally endowed the right to run for state office
Or secure a new white-collar job down at the corner office
So white
This blue label taste nice
I'ma take you my hood
West from the arch down Dr Martin Luther King
West from the arch down Dr Martin Luther King
North
or they throw me in cuffs
I will not back down to a couple of local tuffs
So no, we won’t hang around to hear your metaphors
Get the f**k back, Jack
Stand
study in the same classrooms that the great Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. graced, and gain knowledge about my heritage. The educated black men that paved
It's politics, it's all a fix, set up by these white blue-collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black music with a subliminal ball of tricks
But
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
and Chong so far gone (gone)
To the great beyond take a hit of the bong (hit it up)
Got me gone so far gone (gone)
Verse 1-Jsun The Prophesor
Take a hit
One down, two to go
They multiply on impact for the show
But we didn't switch off
So freedom took a long sad bow for us
Dropped and hung behind
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
quick
Got a man but the next nigga paid
We got bitches, niggas know
Oh yeah, that's great
But bitch I'm tryna get paid
That's what everybody say
transport for POTUS
Get the white house medic to the oval office, now, hurry
Doctor, what's happened to him
OMG, looks like a self-induced brain disorder,
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
the poison
Religion misoverstood is poison
Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison
And any thoughts of taking me down is poison
Who want beef now, my heat
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