Lyrics:
car, late one night
It was some time back in late '83
Benny Blanco was his name and he came round to tea
He made his excuses and went to the bog
Xain
living good
n im the only nigga dat be rappin in my hood
i was raise by the hustlas n gain by the g's n taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
We must unite against dogma and lies
Open up eyes, look to the skies
The Georgia Guidestones are a warning to all
Rules to live by once our modern
the colour and blue is the time
Hey there sweet thing throw in your keys
The party isn't over ‘til you're down on your knees
Pick out your brother the choice
you're feelin' great, well, okay, lucky you
Take one look at me, I'm feelin' black and blue
Please just give me time, I'll be over you soon
Take a bit
a bite, and don't even taste
The California lifestyle that I live
Mack these hoes every chance I get
Like a drop SL, three times black
I'm a pimp,
pushes against the barriers set up by the jazz police to try to see what will be going on. Hidden inside the egg is the Norwegian Radio Orchestra, all its
I look up
Yeah and I take my time nigga
I'mma take my time, woah
Power moves only
Boy I'm 'bout my business on business
I drink liquor
clues and misdirection, the best advise gone ignored
Wondering if heaven beckons, live by shadow, die by sword
Holy on high, what a time
Holy on high,
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White shining, silver studs
Black magic, night walker (yeah)
She haunts me like no other (feel like)
Nobody told me (I don't know) love is pain, oh (I know we just met)
Black
Had a mill at 16 know how that felt?
And I'm still kicking shit, bitch black belt
Shoulda seen me in that yella 4-30
Got it washed everyday, bitch
Had a mill at 16 know how that felt?
And I'm still kicking shit, bitch black belt
Shoulda seen me in that yella 4-30
Got it washed everyday, bitch
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Even when they flew me out to LA
You stuck by my side
And even when you knew i wasn’t ok
You told me i would be alright
Through these darker times
I
become a Black Panther
Protected by the black militia
Better protect ya neck my backup is RZA
Sunshine Sunshine oh how you made us dark
Moonwalking on land
feeling a lil Tipsy, woke up different time zone
Went to sleep to a different day
Hollywood hills, Polaroid pic's
Taking island trips, by the beach
Push
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
deicide
By a dark process of black magic art
Power of the universe
Master of occult immortality
By a dark process of complex black magic art
Immortal
(Ace On The Track)
I miss the facetimes
Being up at 3 A.M just tryna waste time
The smell of incense while I'm feeling on her waistline
Shawty dogged
a world citizen
Yeah, love holds the key
All the world's people
In unity
Oh yes
We don't listen
Got the time to make a difference
It's only night is back
low key
On these icey Roleys, dude that showed me
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me
Them niggas that loaned me, now they owe me
Oh me, oh my I can
smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these
3:45 In the morning
We still here bruh
That's facts
Sife to the world baby
Looking at the place I've been, Man I'm thankful
Surrounded by the people
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