when they hear My firm, black boots with no spurs attached Now let me take a second, cause I might detach My black boots if you confuse I lose my peoples
I brought the word, A stick called verb, a black steel nerve, Teachin' those actors and actresses, Who write a couple of lines on what black is, really
the spiritual spank My deep, deep Blackness, your mind gets dank Revelation to Genesis, something you cannot dismiss Keys to Crossroad, come to abyss! And find a verb-stick
creators to give no slacks So I stepped from the board to keep my eyes on black Now my religion is reality come take a drink from the great verb stick
Cornered by the order Checkmate sucker, not a move, game's over! Clocks bending backwards, many cannot get with me A logical man, I'm the epitome My black
s all about bread right [Z-Ro:] I ride all day, just me and a fat sack In case I'm spotted by jackers, I got my black backpack With the black mack in
super bad bitch named Sunny And Z-Ro she want a nigga built, like a super hero Yo I give her that, because her pussy was fat Her nickname was Cat, light skinned and black
-dazzle, goin' mutiny dont y'all get in his way whassup man he's lethal, bustin through people get the fuck up out of his way [Z-Man] give me that motherfuckin black
on the streets- your own Made by Grease beats- pure dog Runnin' with the realest kids of New York Street Dog speak the true talk Wanna talk about crime? Yeah right! Stick
-X Then we sex Imagine that I will soon forget Sniff cocaine I complain Try to pick a fight with my chick 'Cause she might put a fine stick right quick
in the ring got people that have sense You need to stay low till you get out this building Bursting everything even ya enemy Niggas swinging pool sticks
dance to the sun a kiss to the earth embrace a stone come the small black book come the brandy cask one strange disease the well worded paper
I need some money to open doors I won't bend over or lick your paws You got me red, I'll get me black My tar town checks come bouncin' back He wears
Jeremy Scott Givenchy Bitch You ain?t got shit on me Chrome hearts Fendi furs Dripped in shits you never heard Louboutin Hermes Ridin? down Seoul city Black on black
critical Then one of them sat down living so Mystikal and empoious With a heart full of anger it's so redicilous So give me some with 21-gun soldier salute With a 19-inch black
my ninja style Surround me ready to attack [echo] I react swiftly What father taught me sticks with me [echo] Never forget the methods stick and move