Lyrics:
tripping up (tripping up)
Moving pieces black and white
East or west, which way it goes? (way it goes)
Plates are moving, left or right?
Tides lulling in
on my hip talk real nice when it lift
Spark red lights from the tip
Magic wind knife and a spear free great white on a flight on the tier
Holdup we
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
nigga get all the fly shit
While you're rootin' and recruitin', niggas 6-8 hoopin'
I was in the hood shootin', plus I had the white whoopin'
I come
A school of fish was swimming up stream
While the little girl was walking down the street
She saw an old woman walk by
In a big raincoat and a tear
the dozen from a Kroger
Uh, my great uncle's name was Hobert
I wouldn't fucking lie about him it was really Hobert
White t-shirt, blue jeans, push mower
Even
up my manz
Thinking
Of a master plan
It ain't
Nothing but work
Inside my hands
The green
Moving slow
So I'ma fuck wit the tan
The white coming in
So
American boy, the one who hates thee
Red rockets glare in my head
Your future is cold and dead
Red, white, and blue I'll never die for you
Oh say, can you
Whatchu' gon' do, living on the street
Whatchu gon' do, when you're stuck in the heat
Of a drive by, night time, shooting down your wind chimes
out how
Dressed in silk, Latin lace and envy
Pride and joy of the latest penny faire
Pretty passing care
Hair today now dipped in the water
Making
just by looking straight up in your eyes, that's the window to a soul where they brain at
Was a Bebe kid
Closed case I was arrogant
Now my wrist got
got some great dick
I told the bitch I know
I'm pulling up on Vellano's
Pockets full of them gringos
Stepping in some Valentino's
Nigga you never seen
the head it was great
Loving these bezels sets, change with no space
86 karats, you know how much digging in the planet this could take?
Patent leather
cities exotic nights
Who with me who down to ride?
Turn up and change our lives
Never throwing white flags
Earn my stars and my stripes
Damn it hurt being
lose
I tell you people that funk country just aint cool
So i got them funk country blues
Lost in the great cultural divide
Between social justice
at the table.
We cut from a different cloth but looking like the same angle.
Caught up in a web of lies my tongue is always tangled.
I know I’m not perfect even
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
summer
While they’re cozying up
With hot chocolate and a fireplace we’ll be
Soaking wet from crystal blue waters
Tangled in towels and memories
The lights
a great white shark to go and brush his teeth, heh heh heh
I’m the man who stole the golden fleece
And I date rape Beauty right in front of the Beast
in tact
And they handed her the flag
We're sorry for your loss
Sorry for your broken heart
She looked up and said
Where do I start
Thank you all
tough back in '35
That's me and uncle Joe just tryin' to survive
A cotton farm, in a great depression
If it looks like we were scared to death
Like
pass
But it didn't, now its a million
And I couldn't risk ending as another statistic
So I had to lock myself in a white walled cell
I mean hostel, but
It's a jungle but
I grew up with the sharks
N if u can't swim
Stay in the shallow part
Or ya might drown
Or get ate by a shark
It's a deep blue sea n
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