Lyrics:
conscious style
Yo, where all the teachers went
With all that pro-black shit?
Where all the conscious niggas that
Used to chat like this?
See, I remember
sweeter
Jealousy is a disease, it could make you die mad
Yea complexion is not the problem
It’s the mindset that is broken
The conscience is overtaken, we
a pity
Every man is Sean Bell
Is a black man a bullseye? Just
A moving target to 'em let it go, reload
We that much of a problem to 'em?
Judge let the cop
And I might shoot his ass in the face, straight up
Don't believe in hoe problems so I leave these hoes
You did that time by yourself so you don't need
What a beautiful sight
Gone like the wind
Gone without sin
Today's the day I escape
Dressed all in black
Never looking back
I got by with a knee on my
hip-hop, not a big ol' problem
Now let's see what we could do to solve them (solve them...)
[Chorus:]
Na, na, na...
We gotta keep it on the positive
wouldn't have problems
Just give you the realness, i gave you it all
Apparently, you aint like what you saw
So girl what the deal is
I don't like what you
A party
Full of honest black scholars
Who want to see their people prosper
Who are not about the dollar
‘Cause they sharing 50 cent
Who are out here
leave them all in disarray
Leave a bitch right by a Vet, I'm not talking Chevrolet
In my mind I carry problems, don't fall victim to my pain
Guess who's
Day turns to night as I rise from my grave
Black was the hole were I laid
Stalking the city to seek out your blood
I love when it showers from my
tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching them
To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast
Put your heart for free, so what
on the sweet, sweet.
Now his lips I'm coatin',
cnd now I am, Floating,
I think I need a shot, ohhh, so I'll forget about you,
I think I'd rather not, lose, by
Well we gon' tour the countryside and they won't be invited
We will not be disturbed by the fussin' and fighting
Tell Peaches light the herb cause we
When you're young and so in love as we
And bewildered by the world we see
Why do people get a soul
Ony those in love would know
What a town
the sea
Ain't no peace young cats rather beef
Not enough Indians everybody chiefs
In the city by the sea baby
Long Beach there never be no peace on the East
follows you
How could you not acknowledge dude
My shadows got shadows
He just projects his problems too
Its a one sided blank stare at ya
They see black
your lips
I love your curves I love your hips
Ill dry your tears fight your fears
Be by your side I'll give my life
I'll hold your hand and be your man
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
on a muscle bag
And I come through your window
Just like I'm Bruh Man
Paper chasin', paper chasin'
MMG I'm paper chasin
Take you where you can't see black
By
I say I'm ok
I'm not
But I fake it
I hit the dash so my heart could start racing
Whip is all black
Different pills like the matrix
I got the gas
I
style
Black lip bastard, pitching pounds
Actavis passin' out
Niggas sippin', now slippin'
(When all the activist pass)
Shit different now, different
Daddy
Sometimes it may
Sweet
Stand for your own
On your two feet
Break down the problem
Understand
The beef
Understand the code
Understand the streets
Black verse
We livin' life like GTA, Grand Theft Auto
Yellow Tape for my revolver
My homie keep his mask on
That dirty K: the problem solver
My momma told me
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
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