Black man is a colloquial term I'm in that voting booth soaked in the Oreo germ, I'm Called to renounce my poetry publically From the stapled stomach of an unfaithful lummox Now I rap for bankers, that's why I'm exacting bangers My new flaccid wang is always casting flavor Is always dipped in frosting I died prematurely before I got to equip my offspring Beware of the swamp thing Look at my eyes and really know that there are no answers So go ahead and mix that coca with the Arm & Hammer The knowledge of self was all it took to arm the Panthers They gave the same thing to me and I got a charming stammer That's them dark thoughts shooting through the enamel Tuning the piano, looking at you like "What meds?" When parts of who you are often butt heads You can't build a cut thread without bloodshed You can't relate to your child cause your mind is adrift How many times could you hide your lies in a gift? You know cowardice, you feel the power shift As your mind shatters your ego to a thousand bits
Ah Yeah Ah Yeah Hear me out One time It's like this Ah
The old saying goes, "an eye for an eye" But it plays out like "the lead for the feed" The cookie face king chief's 'nna bleed In the stadium and it's me vs. me The old saying goes, "an eye for an eye" But it plays out like "the lead for the feed" The weapons system's always eager to please Get me
Americanism as a serial murder No empirical data just a theoretical merger Between the giants of science and financial mechanisms Admit guilt to get milked with all the sentenced women Outside the fire-breathing Orwellian dynamo And spitting out designer clothes for quaint truisms and hind rhyming flows I don't have or wear a dress on, vagina role But I can spit a verse for the Bible tho like "hi, bye bye bo" It's me vs. me That's right, it's all me Ch'eah!
The old saying goes, "an eye for an eye" But it plays out like "the lead for the feed" The cookie face king chief's 'nna bleed In the stadium and it's me vs. me The old saying goes, "an eye for an eye" But it plays out like "the lead for the feed" The cookie face king chief's 'nna bleed In the stadium and it's me vs. me
Your personality is torn from your face For a power-hungry junky who was born on the base Getting sworn into office to stand up to the scorn of our caucus And distort the importance of a race Plead on my knees to the Julius Caesar For the begging for reprieve from my Sudanese kibutz It's the water got lead in it, the children they be breathing soot The Founding Fathers, they're the esteemed thieves and crooksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
