the afterlife I hope the AC works So while I wait well I'm a pass out and taste this curve And she attacked with flirts, smacked my nerves Wearin' that black
Will. When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better
known for yoking jacks And beatin them with smoking gats Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear son The last thing
Did you slip the noose when the beast broke loose The elephants graveyard ain't the place to be And white turns black, dies of heart attack The elephants
But eighty-five percent of y'all is disagreeing See the black man is God and that's an actual fact But every time I scream it yo I'm under attack With
of this situation a girl was conceived Separated from her, left to mother the Revolution And lactated to attack hate Cause federal and state was built for a Black
block up He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up He's gettin' banged up Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab Right into a change up Big thing
Shymeek just got bust in his head Two times God, word to mother Real life God, you know Shymeek from fuckin' 212, yeah yeah yea The nigga just got bust, niggas in the Black
[Bugz] Gimme some hash And when I trip nigga gimme ya mask Then after that lend me your mack and gimme your cash That precious thing you call a life ill
. Where good thrives, evil survives and evil has plans for survival. The celebration of thanks and prosperity would signal the forces of Evilsyde to begin the attack
are wack Not fiction but fact black, believe that Then put away your demo 'cause the brother is back And get the Bozack, E As I sing and do my thing
a supernova Nah nah man that's a black hoe Yo yo yo Yo it's it's it's I leap over lies in a single pound (Who are you?) The black prophet One day I
skills, so I got to put 'em on So Shel-Rumble (what's up?) Since this is a three man crew thing Put down the 40 and show 'em how we do things Shel-Rumble
of you But with every jeep I see My broken heart still skips a beat I guess it's just my stupid luck That all of Boston drives the same black, fucking
[???] Whussup Murs [Murs] Ah nothing man you know just doing a little underground shit whatever you know selling these tapes broke ass fuck [???] Yeah
play with oshbagosh boxes Those bruises, short fuses, with bad guys with black eyes The losin', the oozin', the blood down your right thigh The wantin' to die with your nose broken
[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman <Blade>] Yo this is Westwood I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight And just walked into this
you think you're Elvis or something... Whatever That don't impress me ------------------------------------------------------------------- Black Eyes, Blue Tears Black