Lyrics:
an MC's title
Get chopped in your top lip with a vinyl
Jack an MC for the R1 cycle
Man get shook on Skepta's arrival
Go on then, Go on then, draw for
tie me down
Baby doll, check it out, I gets around
What you mean you don't know? I get around ('round and 'round, 'round we go)
The Underground
tie me down
Baby doll, check it out, I gets around
What you mean you don't know? I get around ('round and 'round, 'round we go)
The Underground
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
Sign dotted line
Its something about that black love swap out durags like its hat love
See you down the street I'm goanna call that's that cat love
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out
Let's go!
Your time is running out, I'm talking here and now, I'm talking here and now
It's not about what you've done
It's about what you doing
the choppa then burn it out
I got the pool lay the bodies out
Told me be humble I really want to but shit get hard tryna figure out
I just go left I ain't
about time
To be a black men you have to be bold
You may get judged by the color of your skin
No matter where you go
To many black men dying in the row
Maybach was way back
Now you got nothin' to show for
(chauffeur) it whatever I want I go get
Paid for, I ain't owin' shit
Drop a check, you in debt
That's
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it
Black habits (ay, smoke down, nigga, let's get up on it)
We got Black habits (you not doin' that over here, bro)
(Nigga, why you always hangin' around
abnormal, like you
There's privacy for a reason, Rand, it's true
So let me go out here
Far away
You don't want me anymore
OK I get it
Just let me be out here
it even if we don’t see
In due time and some more wins
For the black folk and you’ll get a Peep
From making it seem like it’s unfair Back
u papi, gotta have it
The way u lickin ur lips u got a habit
I said mami, I know u want me
I see ur lips downstairs, I hear em talkin
It says I'm
pray to God that this work gon' sell
That this work gon' sell
Even day ones out here getting jerked go tell
We shoot first oh well
Tryna make it out by
And them same damn people turned fake (same damn people turned)
I admit it was so hard to focus (focus)
I didn't go to classes
I admit that I dropped out
Shots rang out who hit call in the Coroners
Another black killed a cop made him a goner
Another black killed cuz a opp sprayed up a corner
It's really
same motherfuckers on the beat gettin' major pay
But when I get my check they takin' tax out
So, we payin' for these pigs to knock the blacks out
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
the one, you are the one
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips
Shakin' your ass all on my dick
I get aroused by them sexy lips
'Cause you are
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
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
the Mighty Mos Def
White folks gotta mumbled the chorus beneath they breathe
(I didn't say it)
But they'll say it out loud again
When they get with they
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