Lyrics:
In Orient where wise I was
To please the way I live
Come give the beggar chance at hand
His life is on his lip
Three score a thousand times
Hello?
Yo, who this?
Yo, this-
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what's up, dude? Who this?
This is the Black Thought
Oh, what's up, G?
What's good? Yo
Hello?
Yo, who this?
Yo, this-
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what's up, dude? Who this?
This is the Black Thought
Oh, what's up, G?
What's good? Yo
side
'Cause even though I'm mixed
I know I'll always be a 'black' to the far right
I'm proud though
Shouldn't have to say it these times
Now we can
a damn shame
That I can't give you that black and white next kiss
Freeze frame your lips
Baby dontcha wish we left that camera rolling
You think by now
Big black bitch I clapped
She wrote it on my clip
You tried it hundred times
Just to elevate my high
I can’t calm my business Ha
Can’t come close, my
time rhyme crime family
That shines Godly light
Upon this hip-hop art form, yo Dunn
We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung
Never bust
Dressed in black
He walks alone, a shadow in the night
Each time he walks by my window
Can't hold the tears from my eyes
We're so much in love
a rolex (time is money)
Time is money I need me a check, a check, check ,Yuh
Iced out shawty move that thang got me like woah
It's a drive by in the club
Cantaloupe ain't nothing
But some kind of hand-me-down
When you can have a
Water water melon
Red lips beady eyes
Every time I eat you
Got to wear
too you
But you didn't have to leave me breathless
I never saw this coming
Black widow's gonna get me
If i could turn back time
And change
your door
Four, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos
So, when we creep, drop cause I'ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, bump up
Was taught my features were ugly
I've learned to embrace
My nappy hair big lips
And wide nose on my face
My Black is Beautiful
My Black is Powerful
My
You're saying if this was your last night on earth
You'd want to be by yourself
Well when they take me away this time
I don't think I'll ever be coming
his policies are communism
His gay marriage stance questioned if God was with him
But for me this ain’t black versus white
For whatever time he has, I
white hand
Twice he kissed her cheek
Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips
Then he fell into her arms asleep
Well the night passed away and the day
fucked up what you did
I hooked you up with my girl and shit
You fucked her, every time you see her
You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm
fucked up what you did
I hooked you up with my girl and shit
You fucked her, every time you see her
You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm
Bitch I double Tapped on all your pics
Call my number baby yeah 666
Fucking with the devil I'm on her lips
You know Ima catch you in the abyss
Baby
The ocean is mine
They're on your lips
Surfing at dawn
I breathe this moment, just that
Vinyls and vegan meals
I'm starting to like
this routine by your side
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
then spit the stems
Description, Liberace, fit's the gems
Was six when I traveled
The young black Pharrell
Walk you out your crib wit
Your lips around
sugar
Sugar sugar sugar sugar sugar
Ah, it ain't over child
Your racing car
Raised by the boldness
You know you are
Your lips like cherries
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