Lyrics:
a city of violence
To homeowners in California
Could have been just another dead black kid
But instead I’m in here dying of boredom
I got the keys
I
they gangsta and so militant
But they killing jits I swear to God I don’t get this shit
Now let’s go on a bigger stage and open up a map
Judged by
his full time to such intellectual pursuits as writing. I particularly remember a heart-wa
Novel of his about a young necropheliac who finally achieved
sacrifice that pagan
‘Cause it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by the key
Do you want it by the pound?
Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by
Sometimes at night
The black sky shines so bright
Bring more light then the sunniest days
Don't you feel that spirit?
Dont you feel that spirit?
already flown
By minds already blown and lives already gone
Writing it all before I run out of time
How can I find peace of mind while I stay on the grind?
debut
Professor X (Vanglorious)
"Exists in a state of red, black, and green, wWith a key, sissies"
Now with this bein' the new trend, we don't fit in
I know it's true
It's magic time - Christmas with you
Take a walk with me, down snowy streets of memories
From long ago
We sing in that same key, but
daughter
Starin her down like she's a tramp
At the same time explainin why you cut off her food stamps
A black race that needs therapy
Cause the workplace is
'Cause when it's time to shoot they quick to point the heat right back
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out
will great
Time to pick yourself up and have some faith
I know what it's like to be low
Probably more so then I know about being high bro
For real for
a big head later Mr. Lease Split Wig
Fucked around nigga 15, I spend
22's with the shoes, five T.V.'s
PlayStation with that DVD
Smoked out tent no need
was on the ground and
They coming at you what would you do
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six
I'd rather be stone cold hated
Than give
Yeah
Baby all I want to know is if you love me
Hand on the Bible
Lady tell me do you trust me
Cus modern times be flooded with dollar signs
black, clubs still all packed
I'm pullin' her by the arm and trust me she all that
Trust me we all rich, such a small clique
Referred to as the Biggest
of black holes
Spiraling and twisting, evolving and creating"
"Their embrace, through the years
Triggered a ripple in space-time
Their songs echoed through
Stop by the Amtrak, stare out the window and welter
Time goes by, I start wondering, will I ever see her again
Christmas time starts to blur within, then
black my shit is real
Peace out bro
...
[Method Man]
Tical
Eyes as diamonds, time again
Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen
Give it to em raw,
Some say militant, others say rebel, well my intellet is on a different level.
The black to the heart with self-awareness darts.
You say it's
The times
Education the key
To the civilisation
Emancipate the people set us free
Cape Town the city that don't sleep
Keep to my grind
Let me roll up my
exemplified by such figures
As James Baldwin, Malcolm X
And Muhammad Ali but the racism
Of the times constricted
Their ability to give full
Rein to this spirit
leave
In the black of the night lit by white in full clarity
(Yeah)
I ain't got no destination
Come face to face with creation
Seeing Dali paintings,
play me, dawg my name not DVD
Uh, yeah
I'm on a plane so don't disturb,
Me and Nevo taking flight, kicking hoes right to the curb
Busta standing by my
decided to say 1948 let a pimp pimp but now we gone charge a tax
We gone pimp the pimp for pimpin
So ya undastand that's a modern times where now brothas
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