Z : We are, yeah, I said it, we are This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance Get y'all fatigues on, all black everything Black cards, black cars, all black
, hard killer Who's sophisticated with touch of high-class A heart-breaker bringing death by sexy A lady-killing mama in a rock n' roll band Know I am a black
bird in the tall oak tree The wise old owl, the big black crow Flappin' their wings singing go bird go Chorus Pretty little raven at the bird-band
I've been getting hunger pains When you lick your lips while you check me out Fast car (boring) Girlfriend (boring) Got money (boring) No-oh-oh-oh Hot friends (boring) Rock band
radio its finally gonna play new music you know the british invasion but what about the minutemen fleasheaters doa big boys and the black flag were the last american bands
it down you know what I'm talking about And that's Real Talk 25 Lighters on my dresser yes sir Got a bad black bitch that drives a black inpressor You
And The Street Dudes. And That Focuses Me Back On What I Should Be Doing, Lay Out The Real Mat On The World And How It Is. The Message Is, Young Black
, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say There's many black ears here to
I'm calling out for love Is there anybody home Bono: "Nice." Ray got caught Her fingers in the till Sent us home Money came to Will Frank came home With a black
cuz I ain't said enough to pipe down I pipe down, when the [White House] just wiped out When I see that little [Cheney] dike get sniped out Lights out
gonna sing it with my rock'n roll band And I bet the people gonna like it, yeah I know that everybody's gonna shout it And what a dreadful mighty killer A big black
follow dat ... I creep all black. So straped, Fuck rap get ya baby boy kidnapped, Black flag my rag got duh wrist wrap... We stilla g wen I walked out
my money young niggaz gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band
to be alive So original in her black lipstick Listening to some obscure band But isn't she pissed at all the other non-conformists who listen to that same obscure band
people hot around my way but we don't give a fuck We on the grind for the shine tryna come up A black mack, black six, and a black Hummer Them thirteen
:30 This things at a frat house but people are cool there Reluctant I followed but I never dreamed there Would be someone there who would catch my attention I wasnt out
to coast Now you dye your hair black Get Satan tattooed on your back You pierce yourself with a Coke can And rub yourself with fake tan Now you're in the band
(Bob Dylan) Lost John's sittin' on a railroad track Something's out of whack Blues this mornin' fallin' down like hail Gonna leave a greasy trail Gonna
