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of liberation
Poised for revolution
Little red book in my father's breast pocket, the ground shook
History movin' underfoot, I was on his shoulders

to compare experiences
And they were telling me that when
You walk around in South Africa
You gotta carry this little
Black book with you
Tells everyone

cfricans were rich
 I'm talking about Nubian Queens Kemet Kings 
Blow the Nose off the Sphinx, It's still black to me 
OK Kush was in East cfrica, right

and some you, I always mix two
Drinking liquor by the gallon when I'm with you
You try to sip away your problems they don't fix you

Sitting in my car in

Bullets eat em up like termites
Bottom of the pot with the burnt rice
Heart black as that when it’s time to cook
Matter fact get a little more black than

Doctor Potion

Circus of Power

Vices

1990

I gotta broken mirror and a black cat bone
I gotta super mojo, too
I'm gonna mix them up with a wooden stake
And baby, then I'm gonna give it to you

caskets, we used to imitate all The mix tape classics
And -1 for the books man I'm partial to my kicks,
For those who didn't look, my shoe game is sick- yeah

real
My mission it be my skill, yeah
So if you wanna try to hate then hate on the next man
Cause imma get to tripping 
Have my little hitta getting busy

little mama
Cus you bad like Rihanna, 
And you put in work you in yo bag getting commas
And that black girl magic on Wakanda you on a 
Path only you can go

the vehicle you know that I whip
Some cream, a little green, and the finest of bitches
Just a couple of beans from Robotnik's machine
With a side bowl of rice,

been holding it down, the flow anchored
Niggas really in the mix right now
Know they fiending for it, this a fix right now
Cook a nigga, wrist wrist

the streets begging for change

Never judge a book by a cover
Bitches act the same
Bitch, I'm runnin' to the money like I'm Hussein
Bo black , hoppin' out that

Long Night

Usher

Brass Knuckles [Clean]

2008

Listen you see girl I'm talkin' hours, he just talkin' minutes
He gon put you in his black book I'll put you in the Guinness
Book of World Records, shawty

House That Rocked

Grandmaster Flash

Ba-Dop-Boom-Bang

1987

and a little wolfsbane
Well we were at the door 
And when it opened inside there were freaks galore
Their eyes glowed as if lit by an eerie light
I said "I don't

it be
A baby push chair getting blown by the breeze
Look at that crazy black girl running down that street
I mean real crazy, she deserves a kiss of my

Forbidden Godz of Khemet
Returning from the past
The proof is in sarcophagus
Exhumed from the sands
Our history is twisted
By the ones who stole

out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we

on and the future is strange
It's kind of strange, the black kids still killing black kids (KKK)
I'm feeling pain cause they don't know what the black is
He was Only

on the news

Get stabbed by the cuts on the Kwest beat
Respect beef
Marty McFly shit, get knocked into next week
What does the future hold? Bullets
Going

a little bit of love
Made due with the little bit we had, yo
We in a new millennium
Granny still sing hymn slow
Jim Crows still keep the blacks po'
Look we

in my house
A hundred thousand mix-race bitches
A couple hundred chains, VVS's dance up on the blouse
Yo nigga shit, the nigga's getting a little far

house
A hundred thousand mix-race bitches
A couple hundred chains, VVS's dance up on the blouse
Yo nigga shit, the nigga's getting a little far ahead like

linked wid Krueger
I never got no GCSE's
But I still done better cus I ain't no loser
Blood you ain't got no PTSD
Your just one little neek that knows one

fever brought on by the dreams
crouched, brooding, festering horror
intolerable thunder like artillery
these Dreams in the Witch House.

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