Lyrics:
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
-point-six-two millimetre Kalashnikov rifle,
Fires seven-point-two-six-six-two millimetre rounds, M one-ninety.
Muzzle velocity seven hundred and ten metres per second
and yellow
And red the radio plays in
Black and white and black and white
And black and white and black and white
No - blue and green and yellow
And red
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red
The History of the Great Wars
Episodes IV-VI: The Rise of the Imperium
Episode VII: The Quest for the Trinity of Might
Episode VIII: And Lo, When
the Shanghai Masters back in 2018, missing a frame-winning black ball.
Ah, Chan tried to screw in off the cushion there. Now leaving the red open. Not looking
popular demand N so
All black interior on a cherry red 6-4
Niggaz endin they career trying to shut me up
Acting like I traded in my khakis for a button
rider held a bow, given a crown to conquer
When the lamb opened the second seal
I heard the second living creature say come
Another horse came out,
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
ride on the cops (cops)
I was young, black, and ashy, '42 khakis
Red rag in my pocket, throwin' up blood to any car that ever pass me
Gangbang
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
I stay with it
Too many pussyholes carrying weapons
I'm so icy, man wanna pree me 24/7
Manna got Megaman queffers
Manna get dropped in 21 seconds
As y'all already know
It's your resident for the streets
Trey Songz 2.0, better than you ever heard
Better than you ever seen
Reporting live for 99.7
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
a second
We're a force to be reckoned with
Count your lucky stars
We're black on black, it doesn't mean jack
Silence is pure, we attack more and more
Watch
barbed-wired skylines
By artifical night
As we sleep to burn the red
From our bloodless lives
Tonight we're all time bombs
on fault lines
Have we lost
Top 5 definitely, 1 sound better to me, 8 shots 7 seconds if subjectively
I aint a killer but don't push me You'll be black and blue like my punchlines
Meet me downstairs by the lobby (by the lobby)
It's okay if you bring somebody (somebody)
Meet me at the hotel room (meet me there, meet me there)
feel more broken than black
More sunken in sadness, anchored in anger
I harness this hardened heart and hardship surrounded by darkness
Despite the white
It ain't no private jet, but this private sex
She like to all black, the room
Cop a big ass chain, that bitch gon' bling
In the dark white like
I'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
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