Lyrics:
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
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
hearin us
Black tints
White rims
Thats just how we live
With the red print
Blue print
Yall know what it is
Get my shoes fit
Fool me
Leave you in the pin
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
Breaking open brain-pans as well
Red blood flowing as souls speed to hell
Oderus smites the Black Pope, exposing the brain
The blade continued through meat
for a second, if that’s alright
As I look around, all around me, I sense a shift
It’s a return of black power, black love, and more importantly, a love
up, black?
Some ho-ass niggas bust a cap and shot my nigga Mack
They killed my nigga, now I think them hoes are after me
Just dump the body and meet
rapper in my zone,
Ive looked high and low, I was searching for them,
The Truths black and white, and the skies are grey,
Everyone sees red when they
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
on me
They come in black and white
Thank god and kiss goodnight
Sincere and yet not quite
Believe in second chances
Force it to fit in tight
They want
There are seven of red and there are six of white
It's the blood and truth of the stars and stripes
Through a perilous night, with our banner waved
second grade and I was grooving out
Ain't no sign of a gun or no toolie here
Ain't no bringing it back like souvenir
See my mom she prayed I get honor
dittos
My squad full of sharks, y'all a school full of minnows
Black shoes and black whip and black supreme sweater
Like that girl too much it's too bad I
Slaves cre Diamonds
Intro: TV, turn it, turn on the tv, turn it, tv
Everytime I turn on the tv
I see all my homies getting done in by the police
This is the story of an emotional black male
From Kokstad born in a world designed to make blacks fail
But he was never the blackest of these boys
Nor
of all
Leading the attack
Loyal to no one
Ruthless, thirsty for gold
Feared by all
A legend of terror
The second one in charge of the Pearl
The Captain was
My tangent goin' up
She has curves like cosines
Her face a 9 her body 10
When I record her makin' vines (21)
But I don't hit it for like only
7 Seconds
the Uber home of Porgy and Bess
Encore performance at 7 Porgy and Bess
Red carpet optics dressed to kill we fresh
Mass murder we killing em fresh to death
ain't nothing but a little case of black sheep blues bitch
How many credits you got all up in your "written by's"
No reconcile for times you've played
the angel of death there’s your legacy in a second of breath
Nobody knows if it really matters what comes next
Will my soul arise to the holy divine
Does it
A fucking ugly truth
And I need something to do, cause it's killing me
Every single second I'm a second away from wrecking the day
By staying up all night
There's the Reds and there's the Greens
Super slicks and has beens,
They're accompanied by three men dressed in black,
One's a whistle, two are
guy
you gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye
Youse a menace, your brain cells finished
Begging forgiveness, calling that
that I was different, I would grow to see the difference
Second guessing my decisions, black bodies come up missing
I feel like all my days are
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