Lyrics:
BOOLDIE LIKE KERRY (6)
10 O'CLOCK NEWS RED TAPE PON DI TELLY (7)
SHOT LODGE INNER YOU FACE AND BELLY DEM NA READY (8)
ME NA CARE WHERE YOU COME FROM
ME NA
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
eyes. Feel into your body and visualize a rainbow that starts with red at your feet and moves to purple at the top of your head. We will fine tune
car, triple black drop bird
Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp
? heat shot
? gonna get your bed drop, nigga
Triple red drop, bouncing
into form by the final war
The deluge of fire the second sun scoured the earth
The end of an epoch the grip of a nuclear winter
Mutated anthropoids pick
Yo my Mind is trapped I'm inside the black
Seen the movie of my life i'll rewind it back
But Every time i do yo the tape is broke
Im a Tell u that
it, homicide on anybody siding with it
I am Richard Pryor fire, lighter to a diaper, hot shit
I get excited by the shit that you liking
'Cause you
(Let's go)
My bitch, she built like a stallion
But this a different type of horse, yeah
Now hold up, lemme speed it up, for a second (Let's go)
Tell me how
the secrets of the ages
Vanglorious! This is protected
by the red, the black, and the green
with a KEY! SISSSSSY!
"It was nearly eleven, when I started
9 milli', ridin' with it
I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him
Run up on him, masked with a black .40
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
Red
She pouring her cup by the deuce
She offer some henny now she acting too loose
V-12 engines we running through red lights
Tint is all black all you see
planes
Dr. Mae Jamison 1st black Woman outer space
Then them Red tails came thru Shinned World War II, Jesse Owens on the ground
Joe Louis making Hitler
I'm tired of seconds
I Play the part when iSay something cynical
No luck in the sevens iRoll with the heavens
I Don't know limits black magic is
out them trenches dolo so you know I ain't stressing shit
Pop out in my all black with that red stripe like a Falcon bitch
All my niggas big dawgs in
Nahach Ha Sheol
Samaelish Gehinnon
Chorozon vah Daat
Abra Mambah
The Black Dagger pierces the meat of the offering
The red elixir runs off
suburbans, don't get mad, when I pull up in suburbans
I'm the type to pull up in a little Ford Focus, blue rims, black tint, how can't you notice
MVP, in this
Five shot, six shot, seven shot, eight
I'm twerkin' ass yeah I'm feelin' great
I'm sippin' liquor til water I taste
Good vibes only so get out my face
business, big bills, and big choppers
Cherry red Challenger
Lookin' like a lobster
All black D's on it, hoes holla
Sliding through your area
Why is they
said, "I got my second driver, and he's gonna drive her all the way back."
It's a big black pill, so round and round
The driver's call it west coast
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
one black officer
And two were white
And I'll admit that I was wrong
'cause I blew the light
But I figured the black one was
Out to prove he white
It couldn't hurt to come and vacuum
Before I sell off the house
Before I stop talking 'bout this and the story fades into black
Where's the remote
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
that's that Jesus 2 slots
Cause he would have rocked it well
But instead he rocked that hair full of raze braided by his girl Lucy
With the semi on, make
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