Lyrics:
cin't come to talk about no Os or no keys you need stats on my file you can check your OG'S.
Don't wanna know about your Bimmer or Benz, I wanna know
the government
You can blame the coverups
The systematic disempowerment of modern man
You can blame society but you the one
Distracted by devices devise a plan
it can to break his spirit
A world
That will stereotype and demonize
All the while making money
Off his God given abilities
Keep his black history
Oh, get back, sugar baby
Mary, Mary on my mind, oh
A modern lover of the modern kind
When we close the door, we're never out of time
Out of time
would cheer it
But you grow to fear it
Times, they come and go like spirits (you good T-Minus?)
I see these signs the clearest
And-and-and you know
Frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions
Lead lead to dumpin'
IV to pumpin', you're feeling
Whoever walk straight through the flames is not afraid
Never livin by sight, by my faith I'm not afraid
Intelligent black full of rage I'm not afraid
In this strange world of the modern age, where chaos reigns upon the stage,
I stand a pastor, belief in hand, for simpler times and virtues grand.
I
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
Why they keep killing our people
Don't consider us equal
Why's is my that
Cuz I'm black
I should be in fear of losing my hope
Tell me I shouldn't
Why they keep killing our people
Don't consider us equal
Why's is my that
Cuz I'm black
I should be in fear of losing my hope
Tell me I shouldn't
Chorus:
Father/Son livin’ on the run / just a modern day love story, livin’ by the gun /
Father/Son stayin’ on the run / just some modern day
advanced just like AI be
Got that street & legal money just like AIG
Quantum hustling, time traveling, modern day I be
Swear I'm really from the future a new
Hip hop, modern time, flossy and raw so self-absorbed, immature
I can't remember being this bored
Fake bonanza, become real wars
Bullets burn
Walking with a OZ and Jordans from 03'
Smoking OG by the bag shit come with no seeds
Sold my first whip couldn't pay the damn fees
But I copped a new
feat. SoulStice
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Uh.. Black August
Good Morning America
It's Killah Priest back at ya
I'm feelin' good tonight, uh-huh
my side, I hope you're ready to ride
Can't do this many times
You my bride, but you stick by me every time
Always staring, nigga acting funny, he
Wallet lost when I was drunk
Locked my keys inside the truck
I guess that's just my luck
Looked up at the time oh my god it was only noon
12 more hours
baby)
Mary, Mary, on my mind
Modern lover modern kind
When we close the door we're never out of time
Out of time
Black hair, red lips, brown eyes
SUBMITTED BY: Angel Dust
HONEY BUCKET:
In times of bella foe fa lies cobalt cast and clean.
I gotta motor fare the wheel real fast and fear.
Moonlight in the skies
Ma heart finda love
What i have is mine
Touching me the skies
Love is having by
Not to say goodbye
Black is just alive
Black
for a dinner date
Aye black mask in a black van
Yeah It's hammer time minus baggy pants
We gone the cripple game you don't stand a chance
Malcolm X with
to the millionth
It's extra, ordinary and plain
I walk a thousand paces of light ahead of the game
By the time you get where I'm standing, I'll be gone
y'all
the secrets of the ages
Vanglorious! This is protected
by the red, the black, and the green
with a KEY! SISSSSSY!
"It was nearly eleven, when I started
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