Lyrics:
to be
The constant consumer in
A black market
That I'm a shark in
Oh shit
I just sharted
Dearly departed
I won't be a martyr
Rather be a fire
Than
Uh, yeah
I need the headspace i never get to see the quiet
Crazy steps, I'm a leaping giant
Can't leave behind nobody I'm the healer in my eyes
Gotta
Double- double up
Double up
It's a Friday
Black and blue
How I think of you
Don't come my way, ooh
My way
It's my way or the highway
Had to take my
There's a rumor goin' 'round on the backside of town
Jake is out to get some revenge
Has fire in his eyes since his brother died
Shot down by
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
This story began five years ago
Took a funky idea and began to roll
By doing something that was never done
While getting
the back when we pop black fat gats
Click clack, all your ninjas fallin like the nasdaq
Always been a black sheep, never in the back seat
Eyes on my
phone
Never buy a Birkin, I'm happy on my own
Don't need drugs to get in the zone
But there's one thing I've got to own
No drip, blue ticks, black cards
overcrowded
Did you get one hit on YouTube - I doubt it
You keep hitting yourself it doesn’t count
End up with a black eye what happened to that guy
What
One event
And if you're gifted you won't forget how the moon betrayed you
You will open your eyes in darkness, in a black day
You will see that
little own world
I'm in my little own world
I'm in my little own world
Smoke by myself
Drink by myself
Eat by myself
All by myself
Dance by myself
Live by
or underground like black markets
Where were you when hiphop died?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Kwa is chillin', Tone is chillin'
What
at death in the aftermath
They get high
At last
Their face is covered with a mask
To blind their eyes
When life keeps passing 'em by
Slaves to the white
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
markets everywhere
Black Friday at it's best, I can show you it's not a test
Once I hop up on the stage, I'ma sign you like a tat
My bars I'm spitting, my
scam
Watch for taped conversations, Jakes and dollar bands
The black market, labelled the movin' target
Dwellin' in the heartless projects
Evil eyes
Fuck your feelings nigga I'm get it by any means
On da block all day with my eyes on the fiends
Switch my hustle up keep chasing my dreams
it is homie
That's why I make people feel the hook, man
Where would we be without our Grandmas?
A lot of our Grandma's was our Mamas)
Close your eyes
more disciplined than a Shaolin monk (woo)
Pete Rock and C.L., well set to spark it (uh-huh)
The powerful target to destroy the black market (yeah)
monk
Pete Rock and C.L., well set to spark it
The powerful target to destroy the black market
But when you say black, listen, I don't know, you lose me
I
more disciplined than a Shaolin monk (woo)
Pete Rock and C.L., well set to spark it (uh-huh)
The powerful target to destroy the black market (yeah)
man, Black Market til' they bury us
Chorus (2x)
Third Verse:
I'm constricted on y'all ass like a python,
I'm ready to spit some venom, turn this mic
or underground like black markets
Where were you when hiphop died?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?
Kwa is chillin', Tone is chillin'
What
patient
Thank goodness gracious
Hearts full of latent emotions that never made it
Incarcerated by Self-doubt
You try to fake it
Dwell in thoughts that never
don't care what they say
I'ma take this shit day by day
Uh, man, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning
And my tank on E plus the gas
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