Lyrics:
In collectin' cream
A made nigga, Picture me dyin' in the blaze
Or gunfire will not retire 'til I'm paid
Turn the bass up high
When we ride, we fly by
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
not stagger at the promise of God through unbelief
But I will stand strong in the faith, giving glory to God
Romans 5:2
Today, I have access by faith
country microphone
One two country microphone country
One two country microphone
Lovin' God heals the pain
Baptized by Mountain Rain
Whitetail deer
and Samson power
Me smoke pounds by the hour
head over heating like an engine so we go and take a shower
Hungry now me link Ilah eat up an ital food in
in time
Witness evolution of the black man that survived
Through pigment and constitution
Who knew the two could collide
War written in black
survive
(survival of the fit only the strong)
I'm trapped, in between two worlds
Tryin to get dough y'know
When the dough get low the jewels go
But never
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere
And at this current rate he wake up
Everyday in the same reoccurring state
Where he look in the mirror and
Doesn't recognize the person he face
Feels so
don't meet
Black as the bottom of Chuck Taylors, black on some "Fuck haters"
Black as the burned rubber hittin' donuts in front of the store where two
Cut the music up please
Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop
Controlled by my two hands they go tick-tock
Around the clock, yes it's my time, my
was a fallacy/up your mighty race/ build a new reality/
Dollars that we spend stay here a short time/spent out the hood by the end of the rhyme/
So
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
sleep
I'm steady pumpin' bullets in your sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah
Gimme mine, gimme
you gotta stay strong my G
Don't nobody know how to feels to be me
Taking every dollar then you put it in the street
In your family you're the black
women
In Kanye's "Monster" video
Which is a landscape of female corpses
"the strangest video I ever
Shot" and there are two of her in
It one her ties up
and I am gone
No feeling I have is strong
Except to find where I belong
And I fear it's right here
3, 2, 1 and I am dead
Dead in body and in head
I found
No one can get in the way of what I'm feeling
Smoking that black around me, you need permission
I need the za, it's essential
Sparking up a blunt for
Sideways rain that chew the roof through
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Break
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere
this sadist revival, hand in hand
Lost in the city lights where dreams collide
A million faces passing by a kaleidoscope of life
Caught up in the rhythm
Power)
In every hood I think we should control the politics
(Black Power)
By any means,
Putting pressure on these lobbyists
(Black Power)
I put my race
wrongdoers, and oppressors
Those who hinder others from the path of Allah and seek to make it crooked, they are disbelievers in the hereafter
By no means will
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