Lyrics:
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that shamrock
Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
In and out fast, murderous, vast
legislation, i wanna see reparations
Every second not lived
Is an eternity spent dead
Minutes turn into Epochs
I cry as i watch it fly by
Mind under dark matter
them Houston players
Got the two door Caprice
Black and red, like a Sega Genesis
Password first pimpin' or you can't
Get into this hangar
Access denied,
Pull up with the red roof
Stepping with these red shoes
Baby this that grey goose
Niggas they gotta pay due
Always moving in twos
Back to back we
with common patriots
The parody plastered every red brick in site
Where had to keep his plights from ticking
I'm slipping my key and whim dim by dirty
stone faced killers got the whole world rioting
But if smiting is to strike with a firm blow
Then why are black people dying by the hands of another as if
keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience
Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative
who gives a shit
I just don’t want this life to happen to me like some peers I used to kick it wit
Just a black man abiding by the law
At his choosing,
of the carousel
A black parade of circus freaks, and led by Mister Dark,
Scours every street for the boys to drag them down to hell
The boys have seen too much
seven prime numbers that's followed by God zero's
MC epitome, but these ducka sucka muthaf**kas trying to get rid of me
But if you decipher my lyrics,
like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
tucked away in that system /good luck with that scrap/nasty black mak under my mink floor mats in that black saline /red beam/ on that machine /you could
In a dead end town
There's a has-been clown
Who serves mudfish filet
To the masses at the circus
By the pier in the dark
In the rain by a rock
In
my black ass right there and get shot see (Fool)
But fool it ain't no going out
See I keep storing clout
And show these niggas what I'm all about
all you motherfuckers remember
[hook]
[Sen Dog]
Think of the many moons I been away from home
On the seven seas or wherever I roam
Black Beard takin'
every time I see your face
I'm counting down the seconds, till we're in the same place
You're the one I want, you're the one I need
With you by my side,
black but the red on my brakes
Yuh
No way you stoppin' me
No TC so we slidin' free
Red lines we toppin' speeds
Like DK in that Fifty Z
Out here we move in
Caught in the middle
But I faught just to get to the
Spot where I got, oh God (God)
Guide like a missle
Till I get where I wanted
To get by my
butters
You aint cold as ice we melt summers
Red and black lo lumber jack got us jumping out all summer
You dont care to think its no wonders
Live in
through blank stares
Get your mind right
Words said by talking heads
Tell-lie-vision
When chemical lines kill minds
Info red target
Inner city markets
done heard of wayz
I see one, two, Niggaz actin live
3 seconds past before I blast with my 4-5
6 shots, 7 cops, just to take 8ball
9 witnesses
up
Its kill or be killed,
Get fucked or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 and a one more time
Follow my, Ghetto Commandments
Follow my,
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