Lyrics:
Charles Gibbs
Words and Music Chris Foster
Copyright May 3rd 2003
Terror on the high seas wrought by Charles Gibbs
Brandishing his sword in pirate
this bitch the night before Christmas
Baby made my hitlist Christmas night
She let a nigga hit by Christmas lights
This bitch was tight, just my type
and my soul is black
NECRONOMICON, SOFOMON'S KEY, EIBON'S BOOK and
DE VERMIS MYSTERIES (Forbidden books, unholy thoughts)
I've talked to the dead
sipping on Hi-see
Tropicana, here's the key to the banana, what about the scandalous
And Fraiser that he say, that he made the people
'Cause they be
a couple
Duffle bags full of weapons and narcatics
4 Desert Eagles and a key of hydro-ponic
It's ironic pounds of chronic
When I blaze
The place is full
twins in this shit
Like piano keys, two junkies, we'll be right back
(White-black)
And if you hit me, Stak gone feel it, dawg and Blac won't like that
hustle make me California grind
Getting mine, so we don't waste nobody's time
Pick up my pants and tuck away my black nine
Hard rhyme, that's all I got
I could sit at home another Saturday
And channel surf my life away
Gonna grab my keys,
Get behind the wheel
Got no where to go,
Just like
obey their summons
Or vainly we will fall in despair
For they are the keys of ascension
To the hidden gates of liberty
By injustice we are enslaved
night after night
Watchin' the stars as they flew by
We'd go 'round the world at the speed of light
And never turn the key
Still I wonder where she
hustle make me California grind
Getting mine, so we don't waste nobody's time
Pick up my pants and tuck away my black nine
Hard rhyme, that's all I got
The party's here on the West side
So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver turn the keys to my truck
Hit the shore 'cause I'm faded
Guys in
foreigners
Helicopter to the show, fly by traffic
Say you've got keys, think you're like Khaled
Think you're stunting on me, what, with my balance?
Bro
the others are
So lonely living in the dark
A world so black and white
Let's write a beautiful melody
You're the key and I'm the rhythm
Marmalade
feeling like the man, this make me wanna dance
Jesus, in a few months, way you bless me, need a visa
And a key cut to a new home and a new whip, two
as The Black Keys
I can't be something I'm not
But I'm just fine
Being Me
I grew up listening to Vedder
And it don't get much Better, Man
I wish it could be
the field
Walking by the unknown
You can reach the distant lands
Cross the fire, raise the still
Where the freedom is dying again
You leave yours fears all
you know it's not
Just black or white
You are well prepared for the final fight
Every day is judged by the framework
Of your certain point of view
corners of my mindscape
Deep inside those shades
The answers are a secret
Forbidden by the black kings
They keep us in this prison
Slavery is our fate in
We need doctors, we need faith
Cheat code
I'm the key to the safe
Wolf in sheep clothes
That's the police all day
G code I abide by that
Mind
the gangstas die young and the rats die faster
So, when my shooter spread this MAC
Live shatter 'round, 'round
Like, "Who gives a fuck if Black Lives Matter?"
the palace doors
Insidious conspiring by emissaries of treason
Poisonings and murder in a cloak and dagger game
The mantle of deceit covering the face
the way to go
Let's be bad!
If you say something is taboo
Well, that's the thing I wanna do!
Do it 'til I'm black and blue
Let's be bad!
It's February 2016 i'm bout to open for Lady
Leshurr at Gramercy Theater
Was booked by Christian and he picked me
And if you asked me then I never
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