Lyrics:
life, live it
Proud to be black, young and gifted
Lifted by the knowledge and
Taking the right route
Gang violence needs to be wiped out
A-L-M-IG-H Ty
One wore black
One wore black
The trail of tears is winding on
Many pass along the road
Dusty soldiers march along
As they file one by one
I am the one that they wanna be, truth
Dasani my diamonds, I freeze in the booth
Orange and black the Vlone on my boots
Mob with my soldiers, my
must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbers
We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Stand
Cell by cell and frame by frame
Names, dates, it's all immaterial:
We big dicks sick rhyme killer like cereal
I burn like venereal
Spit that imperial
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
Back on a track
That don't sound too old
What's goin on? I don't know its trouble
Back in black to bust that bubble
Black supermans back and not
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug
Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs
I ain't the nigger to step to
I'm catching bodies and the next one
lip,ghostwriting little prick
Lip sync your script, shit, I've been killing this shit
While this dick was having a sit down
I've been smashing out my tracks
baggin two zip, smackin two crips with a black in my lips
Spittin facts out the ash of a wood tip
Coughin up 16 new hits, thrivin on a vibe only i can rip
never felt greater
Black matte coupe, you got a hatchback cute
Platinum plaques for this track, who's back, I cash that loot
Flick it with my wrist
I
Driving a striped racer
Black mobile No cape justa
Black tuxedo big paper chaser
Make a
French Vanilla girls lips touch mine with flavor
And that's extra
enough
Cram em in wagon full of acid to the maximum
Half back dashing in half black, manic lip
Slack vans, granite spit
Passing all them flaccid kids
on this album
But this is the last track before the bonus tracks
So let's do something a little more fun
Little more lighthearted, here's what we're gon' do
conscious style
Yo, where all the teachers went
With all that pro-black shit?
Where all the conscious niggas that
Used to chat like this?
See, I remember
wack
Stick with the sick style for the serious
Hip-Hop lovers can't get enough of this
Black tracks on wax are so smooth
You can't get help but
of sorrow
Concerto of pain
Soaked in a forty bottle
I was trapped in the rain
Heroine for veins
Coke for nostrils
And liquor in liter bottles
Weed for black
The red devil gives the blue bird a pink-slip
The purple power showers green into the white lips
Not everything is so black and gold
Attack the mold, never
a choke hold hoe, I smack you with the Mac-one-one
My raps are double-action, run the track from the back end
Don't have me bust your lip or have my glock
it from the back?)
Straight Bangers on the track
Do you like it like that? Yeah i Like it like that
Copy All Facts by the way her body's stacked
Girl
the thickness that get dis
One two three four five attackin' they frat
Griff is back got five on it black
The track got x on the decks
Terminators back
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