Lyrics:
come as predicted
Holdin the raw seal, all heads kneel
7th Degree black mic skill is ill, listen to the guns holler
Swallow the shell, East
Second class passenger first degree murder
Silver lining traveler don't agree further
Caramel candymaker always eat Werthers
Get my worth up I don't
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty-four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
""scared? Hurt?"" Fuck no like ever
""Cry? cry?"" No, like What so ever
gash, bash, stomp
paint the sky red for seconds
Let them hang by the tether
the rise
And the guns rolled out like thunder
And the black smoke burned my eyes
And I watched it all unfold
Just the way the Bible told
Joshua's
Black out black out windows tinted like eclipse Solara
Back out back out in reverse away from clips they are
Attack out ttack out tactically is key
all love that’s what growth is
Yeah
Ha
Mr young black wit a...
Highly unexpected
Ha
Highly unexpected
Pride me on my effort
I come from
High-calorie boggy turbinates
In an attempt to satisfy the
Second part of my quest
I went to the Rough Trade
Shop and, of course, found
No Raincoats record in
the bangers at, the slangers at
Were red and blue equals green, and we probably be black
In fact we stack G's for them keys, so when we finished doin' deeds
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
know, 600 colors now. When I was a kid, you got four crayons, four, black, red, blue, yellow. I'd like a green. Well rub them together Sparky. We
around
Now they know it’s KO7 Sound
Me and my brothers, it’s us or no other
I been investing to double my bread
All of these stocks fuckin wit my head
where she was sent by her Uncle Sam
The Native American Indians, The
Blacks, the yellow, the white
All shed red blood for the stars and stripes
And in her
watch it take it to court
And the judge will just drop it. Slamming
Gavel like black bodies dropping bigger business
Policing and Copping we riot
instance, nigga, only sevens are interested
Extra $25 a month, cause a nigga ain't got no parking tickets
Benefits of driving drunk on I-36 when his mom
I pulled up to the red light
I came up to a stop
I'm thinkin' 'bout humanity
We're all livin' by the clock
And we're passin' right in front of me
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
feet
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,
The purple and yellow But first, I gotta
rites are versed
Let the blood-flowers bloom
Burn, wither; your blood is red
Let the blood-flowers bloom
Torn to pieces; your blood is black
My
I love that super soaker on her
It goes crazy by the touch
When it comes out from the trigger it releases bout a bunch
Love that super soaker on her
red wants things back like before
Where black men used a separate door and women cooked and washed the floor
For fear of change, the ignorant boobs are
in your crew
Do some magic, beat em all black and blue
Ninety three Orlando ballin like thirty two
Better yet I'm ballin like my nigga Mo
Bamba
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