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BuTSA One Piece
by ERSHAW THE RABBI
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Black is king, black is him, black no sin, black lost wins, black is just black for real
Oh, I'm black to the police, black to the white peeps, black to my mama when I ducked up, see
Black is king, black is him, black no sin, black lost wins, black is just black for real
Oh, I'm black to the police, black to the white peeps, black to my mama when I ducked up, see
I'm black to my mama when I ducked up, see
I'm black to my mama, black to my mama when I ducked up, see
I take this rhyme shit serious, prime mortal combat type of finish him
Signs is clear, I'm working to my pinnacle
Album by the sound like it was written by Saint Nicholas
The morning star, his touch is loosely far
He speaks desires from heart, she vesseled the son of God
Burden by the choice of being good or evil, angel and a demon or a demon and a deacon
Look me in my face when you want witness true grace
Every step I take is calculated for days
Then pondered for months, then executed to date
ever year close reach to my fate
Oh, I'm black to the police, black to the white peeps, black to my mama when I ducked up, see
Black as king, black as him, black no sin, black last ones, black as just black for real
Oh, I'm black to the police, black to the white peeps, black to my mama when I ducked up, see
Black is king, black is him, black no sin, black lost wins, black is just black for real
Oh, I'm black to the police, black to the white peeps, black to my mama when I ducked up, see
Black is king, black is him, black no sin, black lost wins, black is just black for real
Oh, I'm black to the police, black to the white peeps, black to my mama when I ducked up, see
I'm black to my mama when I ducked up, see
I'm black to my mama, black to my mama when I ducked up, see
I take this rhyme shit serious, prime mortal combat type of finish him
Signs is clear, I'm working to my pinnacle
Album by the sound like it was written by Saint Nicholas
The morning star, his touch is loosely far
He speaks desires from heart, she vesseled the son of God
Burden by the choice of being good or evil, angel and a demon or a demon and a deacon
Look me in my face when you want witness true grace
Every step I take is calculated for days
Then pondered for months, then executed to date
ever year close reach to my fate
Oh, I'm black to the police, black to the white peeps, black to my mama when I ducked up, see
Black as king, black as him, black no sin, black last ones, black as just black for real
Oh, I'm black to the police, black to the white peeps, black to my mama when I ducked up, see
