I took ya head off right I live in the Beast Nigga, where the Feds, Play ??? I still floss ice, keep it tight E-very time, call me the Black Liberace
I Like Long Hair Or Them Halle Berry Cuts Real Big Butts, Yeah Thick With Lip Stick Cause When It Come To Girls I'm So Optimistic Like The Sounds Of Blackness
matter fact in the '96 I'm also pistol grip pump on my lap at All times shit. Niggas be on some black on black crime shit. And I can't let it slide Cause
get ticked, matter fact in the '96 I'm also pistol grip pump on my lap at all times shit. Niggas be on some black on black crime shit. And I can't let
vendors and the pharisees in bikinis pumping iron against the sun the recipes of semitic vendors, egyptian vendors shaking their backs against the sun
monkey Him with his dungarees and rollerblades Smoking filter tips reclining in the passenger seat of my supercharged jet black Chevrolet He had the soft
(forever) that we'd be There is a place where the side walk ends and before the street begins there the grass grows soft and white and there the sun
put that mozzle to ya back And take you on a walk ya won't come back from I take you to the other side of the black sun (If you disrespect, you (?) regret
. bunny girl. happy shopper. bouncing ball. city sun. think i found the real stuff. i think i found the real stuff. white crumbs across your bed. gray clouds cover bethnal green. white jeans. black
here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft
time to take you out Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your head off Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft Lay on your wack crew, smoke
ghetto dream come true Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new On some 2011 shit, when I come through Black paint, black seats And the black
never seen the sun It only comes out when the moon is on the run And all the stars are gleaming It's growing in the street right up through the concrete But soft
pass my knife I'm takin' it there even if they give me the chair I'm blacked out in the gear, Huey new in the wear My fist stuck screamin' black power
for her to see the sun from the other side Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again Time for
you've been, won't you, won't you come to me? Flashback, patches of grass growin' wild in fact Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked Memories
are best expressed Some things are best expressed by nature Like the song of the sun , song of the sun The song of the sun, song of the sun The song of the sun