Lyrics:
Age of poems and poetry, old sloans
Explosive head bullets, black hooded
Invalid footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips
And know how to put it in
I'm a boss, and that's some old news
Slavin' for this dollar shower power for my whole crew
Goin Jack Bauer for an hour for my old school
I'm
We'd like to go into a thing called, um
"Ain't
No New Thing" It's, um, based on, um
The fact that white people continue to
To rip off black artists
hoodie rap
No fear in my eyes, what they looking at
What they looking at
Black hoodie rap
Me not think such a thing is worth a man's life
This is black
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself (L's)
"Hello?"
"Man whatup bro what's good?"
"Chillin' chillin', man, motherfucker back down in these
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
surrounded by his books
A serious, lonely and sad old man whose youth has passed him by
And Jim and Will conspire
To ride the carousel
Could set their souls
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
With skinny jeans, lip rings
Black hair and a bunch of eyeliner
And I'm stuntin' Co-Op, it's
My only fuckin' designer, so
So fill me in, ladies
What's
I don't know why I'm here
But I know what to fear
It lives inside my brain
cnd it goes by many names
But I just go by one
That old dark black
from tears to cheers, things we did should be listed
In a pyramid, studied by a little kid
Talked about by old jacks with slacks
Can I move
Boyz, and the Beastie Boys
Black Star, Black Moon, Black Thought, Black Sheep
Queensbridge got the infamous Mobb Deep
I'm naughty by nature, yo who's that
like it's your back
"Ya black bastard!"
Ayo, yo bum, ya bumba rasclat
You ain't nothing but a damn black bastard
Man
Your mama was a bastard, and your
old dad I love my women bad
With just a little touch of class
You'se the star by far, look at you ma
Shake your thang-thang girlfriend, you cherchez
"Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
a hurricane breeze
Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note
She's gone with the man in the long black coat
Somebody seem him hangin' around
At the old dance hall
You're looking at a changed man
Changed man (Changed Man)
Changed man
Changed man (Changed Man)
Changed man
Changed man (Aye)
Man You can't be moved by
of a throne room
What kind of me would I be if I didn't show you
Dreams of the old ooze, smothering
Touch it with your other hand, ain't bothered by the grass
by her tricks
When her lips are tight - in the lustful kiss, surrender to her will!
Beware!
Cast the spell! Ring the bell!
The black witch's gonna
believing in me this ones for you
[Chorus]
Yep yep
When I pull up they like dammit man
In that black phantum man
Cause they can't stand it man
Chain
Give you an +Eiffel+ like +tower+
Huh, but you can never see me
Black tear compliment my black
Lips in the Lamborghini
Puffing a spliff big as a branch
a lovely sight
For your diamond ring tells me one thing; that a rich man calls you wife
It's true, I am Judge Arlen's wife, but Arlen, he ain't home
He's
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