Lyrics:
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
Every time she come around, I'm swerving that big body Chevy
They hate how I use it, the same way I run through the town
No thanks to my music, I tie
Barton Harlow
The Black Keys Brothers El Camino
Camp by Childish Gambino
Awaken My Love is amazing too
Modest Mouse Good News For People Who Love Bad News
the racial times
And if you don't want to hear it then pay it no mind
What I'm about to say may get you all upset
So I apologize and the wise don't sweat
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Here I am 1 time on the frontline
Trying to stop this bloodshed in our bloodline
When you see this Black skin it's
last, life time
I probably played the keys, or was a
Child soldier with a Cheshire smile
Reminiscing of, the day, that war became peace
Found my inner
the light
Genius ain't measured by some school district marks
Baby go head, show the universe a champion
The 144000? It can't be them!
Young mastered
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
Were armed and dressed in black
We're coming and were on the attack
Hells gates can't hold us back
We got the keys check the book of matt
Put your
a friendly message for everybody in American
Who thought I was gon' fail
Partner, it's a year and a day and counting, you understand that?
By the time you
their fathers
Proud of what they earn, but no pride in what they make
It's time to wipe smiles off they faces
In these times of war, I'm a rise by force
can't do the time"
But I'm rolling, so that's a fucked-up slogan
The Hogan's, Heroes, spotted the guerilla by the Sizzler
Hitting up police killer
with my peers
The Imperial like margarine, I'm butter
Yes fly like Bel-Air
Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time
It's time for some
are fictional stories
The only time you push keys is when you use
Them to lock the door on your homies
How could anyone call you loyal?
Your own block
with cybernetics
Key notes of my flows will get froze or cryogenics
East Coast domination for the D-you-be masses
Gathering at black masses to gain
agents, far beyond narc's
Amazed by they beauty marks
Wonder Woman bracelets, knee-high boots that was made Clarks
My dick got hard, at how they spoke
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
fine
Got my partners from Oakland doin' serious time
You can't argue with the truth, it's hard to be black
But it's a mind game and you gotta deal
trying, we find the same page
It's funny how we move through space and time
Sometimes I think I've known you all my life
I'm certain by design,
you! All lives can’t matter till black do
Hey queen, hey king
I see you! All lives can’t matter till black do
High key invaded our psyche but you know
like a dog with a E at the end
Ima bail him every time
That's my only black friend
He could dance even better than Alfonzo
He be reppin' the dashiki from
I never lived in the black and white, i was born in the miracle of colorful life
But over time as the colors fade, the sound of the black and white
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
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