Lyrics:
the grilling of the sun
Motivated by the Visions on my ceiling
Designated by the killer of demons
It's right in front of me
I hold the lock and key
Thought you
the street yo
Tough times nickles that's bigger than dimes
You know the flavor
Roughneck city ain't nothin' sweet kid ain't nothin' pretty
New York be
ta meet ya they just heard my music they like where is he from
Teeter teeter hip hop r&b rolled up like mr. Pita
Call it either black boy singin yellow
with an E-N-T
On my J-O-B
Motherfucker on duty
Badmon used to be big like Rudy
First time I ever seen a party turn movie,
Black dvds with the bottles
Nagasaki, Russian
Roulette
They arose like the saviours of our modern human race
With radiation haloes, that hung about their face
With the key
time I bust a riddle
You should feel like getting down (get down)
Move ya feet just a little, get to acting like a pistol
Started busting
songs
Guys take the music from the past
"Emulation is the reality of clowns"
Welcome to this modern age
It's so better turn the page
You know It's time
the love everywhere
Even the enemy's eyes
Went from bitches dissing me
Now I'm liked by Nicki Minaj
Making history the God bodies, Vicky and Fah
Argh
Minor
England
Sealed in a leather canister, the aged script was accompanied
By an ornate bronze key of unknown origin
The author of the journal remains
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
was now a motorway, 1991
I was by the Black Sea
Two hours in time
Spiny urchins and a new school bell, 1979
Changed into lakeside
In January
a motorway
1991
I was by the Black Sea
Two hours in time
Spiny urchins and the new school bell
1979
Changed into lakeside
In January
(Hollow ponds)
Modern
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
of a black planet
20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics
So damn it
If times is hard
Time is god
Understand it
Never took time for granted
Its all
Heaven's sake, you pray God open the gate
In this modern day Sodom, that's their only escape
10 year olds are cold, no, they don't hesitate
2 up a G pack, he
Yah Yah
Yah yah yah
I got a dream
See a red I8 boo and it gat no keys ooo
Pull up at the crib by 2 by 5 better know that my crew there too ooo
Take
They're protesting. Marching on the concrete.
Another black boy dead by his moms feet
Hysterical, he had a job that was clerical
People used to say
Nagasaki, Russian Roulette.
They arose like the saviours of our modern human race,
With radiation haloes, that hung about their face,
With the key
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
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
If a black man is racist, is it okay?
If it's the white man's racism that made him that way
'Cause the bully is the victim they say
By some sense
If a black man is racist, is it okay?
If it's the white man's racism that made him that way
'Cause the bully is the victim they say
By some sense
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