Låttexter:
None More Black Under My Feet

I'm up here in my bedroom. I'm never coming out. I've got some rearranging that I've got to figure out. Maybe it's the computer, maybe it's the TV. Maybe

: I'm up here in my bedroom. I'm never coming out. I've got some rearranging that I've got to figure out. Maybe it's the computer, maybe it's the TV

under my seat, why? Robbers on my feet Uhh, cops Elroy's po-po's wanna glock me Chops, Elroy's ran up in my car I hope none of y'all ain't in there crackin

your homes, remain calm The number one enemy of progress is question National security is more important than individual will All sports broadcasts will proceed as normal No more

gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just

no more Their earthly bodies now decayed Cast me to the crimson flames Thou shalt bar the doors of hell Incant these words of sacred rule Seal me in my

you will get none, so if you ever meet 'em tell my father, I am his son I owe it all to him for everything I become My feet numb, so callous from the

stop Turn up the radio and drop the top I see you look so good and your so fine Young tender, would you be mine I get you in my car, drive you to my

right off your shoulders See my intention, black-on-black prevention, break the tension Teach the seeds, tell them what they need and then collect my pension Brand Nubian, baby, born more