Lyrics:
long black hair.
And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were
The Ring
Verse 1:
Then you realize the dream had passed you by like a plane in the sky/
Five hundred miles per hour meteor showers/
Sometimes
Beast Mode Pt.2 Lyrics
Verse 1:
Whooo
Fam on my mind so I'm in my zone
Black Wall Street grind
So I'm going beast mode
Peace to Bmore yo
North
blows
That's when I climb up here on this mountain
To look through God's window
Now I can't fly
But I've got two feet
To get me high up here
Above
of the Tiffany&co store.
I saw you walk up slowly to a black Porsche
black Porsche-black Porsche-black Porsche
black Porsche-black Porsche
I saw you walk up slowly
black cotton in God's eyes
Speak
Black cotton
Steady stressin', Smith and Wessons, count my blessings
Class is in session, the worst question is
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
floor
Breaking, shaking up the scene [break it down!]
When my spin climbs
Rainbows in your e-eyes! [you're wise!]
Read between the lines
You love me for
just a kid who blowing up with my father's name
And every black "you're not black enough"
Is a white "you're all the same"
Mm Food like Rapp Snitch
gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane
Two twin blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang
Strong, strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames
Big crown on lil' nigga,
counter
Why they call mountain park I
Don't see no fucking mountain
Truck dusted and disgusted walk
Around aggressive mouth
I met the plug and ran it up
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
Plus the strong don't cherish the weak
(gotta have heart)
Pull up in the whip, identical black
Two bitches inside, identical racks
Two guns on my side,
cops fuck it up for the good cops, and man, stop
Sendin' white cops in the black neighborhoods
Who ain't acclimated to 'em, like that's the way to do
jail to be doin' time..
[Chorus: x2]
I'm feelin' fucked up in this bitch.
I smoked half a ounce to the head
Chocolate tye, indo, Hawaiian, lambs
how can I be me?
Self, Self, Self, Self
Self
What up?
Self
What up?
Self
What up?
Ok envision a pyramid of discovery
Drowned in a lotus pond with
black power
Put ya fist in the air and scream
black power
( Verse 2 )
If we wanna move forward gotta learn business
Cuz the wealthy ain't praying
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
Pay attention everything I mentions is a ??
Like how to do with a move
Because the two sit I go by cash rules
Everything around me do movement
feel me?
I'm a young black brother
So these motherfucker fear me
June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets
Did 2 months in the county and
I opt to the beat
to drink, plenty to smoke
That's what I'm out here hustling for
We all need to be strong, for the ones we love
Can't hesitate to help the next man up
a quill in black ink to finish the blueprint
Lighthouse perched atop God's working table
2 weeks spent tweaking the moonlight so it was just right
Created
Nothin in this universe is worth your worth
So we dedicate this song, black woman
[Lord Jamar]
This one is for every woman I was ever with
this house into a home
straight up and down
I got my man Melo T in the house
I got my man Preacher Earl in the house
I got my man Asu in the house
I
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