Lyrics:
lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like,
Short days, long nights,
By the phone, no call,
Need a clear mind 'cause I been blind,got me
Watch
Watch
Y'all niggas overdoin' it
You gotta slow that shit down
Take your time, reevaluate your shit, it don't matter (watch)
Niggas ain't
[Chorus]
What are the true keys to being a ninja?
Dressed in all black, perfect vision,
And that movement is in silence, ah
What are the true
of timing
cll is pain I feel ain't nothing like what's
Eating up inside him
We just modern day black folk
Made it halfway up the flagpole
Swimming through
under black lace
Can the Earth survive long without the Sun?
Too much Sun makes a desert
Like daggers under black lace
Conquer by means of this life
another
But not quick enough to pick it up and protect each other
The code words to killin' a black man by police is "He's got a gun"
Damned if he do,
sir
Critics went beszerk they ain't even heard my best work
See I broke into the mind by
Quietly goin by their eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls
Bear-arm from here to a hundred-twenty meters
Get black-balled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald
The assassin, brother who came blastin'
Take it without askin',
I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his
modern day society
Really give me an edge
Am I supposed to be
Excited for politics or violence
Should I glory
In the truth about the church
And all it’s
recognize me by my stance
I'm regal like Vegeta
You can call me the Prince of all Saiyans
I don't have time for the fake friends
Fake love Fake energy
Keep
Modern cages they don't have a key But can offer you somewhere for free Sweetened words are too much to resist to tone down And pray god don't exist
grabs you by the roots
Right? A love quest so when your thoughts is black
An employ you can enjoy and look forward to that
Kinda like how I look
the super rich who call it modern living
But the man from the east calls it a wilderness
Cause heaven for whites is hell for blacks in america
Heaven
I better have my respect by November or get disemboweled
Soul begging for death but who let the pesticide
I could be yo shit-talk teacher
Don't want
Accompanied by some niccas bout Killin and all that
At last a nicca rappin bout blunts and Broads stocks and bonds black power
And expensive cars and still
black hole draws near
We don't live in fear anymore
You don't have to spell it all out
I can pick up the pieces myself
You'll hand me the keys and think
Gentleman no fuck boy thing
We gon Pull up in black g wagon
Be Michelle to my Barak Obama
Huge fan of you and Under Armour
And I love to watch your
I’m bout to black out, pull another stack out
The way the gang bang its about to blow your back out
They say I’m back now, I say that I’ve never left
shoulders nigga had To knock em off
Gave her the key to my heart Changed the locks and locked Her Out
I'm actin out
Boosting my buzz smoking on Black
a product of imagination
Patiently we wait for our turn to come
A small collection of the population
By the time our number's up, we could be gone
Back
to make a couple bucks
Today, politicians is the modern day thugs
America's beloved
Police killing blacks at an all time high
To the point where it's hard
just to keep us locked
Modern day slavery throw you in a box
Can't get that time back wish you could rewind back
Before you hit that lick no police
[ Hell Razah ]
Your not promised tomorrow
( You know what I'm sayin )
We are livin by the bottle
( The pages of life turn every day )
Be careful
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