ringing with a ho' This one two times nine on the Scenario Check it out, everybody, grabs the mics Black mens gettin' hip, doin' what they like Eight black
m the A to the G-I followed by the A-N-T rolling with the Show B-I Black boots, black hat, slick like a black cat Flip like a fat cat? Never none of that, black
spit it's spectacular and accurate When I attack I'm more like Acura Flip Bloomberg the bird, bitch, more blood than Blackula More Christian scriptures
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
is supplying things Hoop dreams, dunking over cars, let the choir sing [Verse 10 - The Game] Yo, it's that black raw, black dog, pulling up on that black
preacher, V.P. or teacher But still I gotta reach and none can impeach But the most high spiritual, virtually physical Higher power more than capable to make miracle In every black
am engaged In none other than the physical form in which I'm caged Such lawlessness involved in this charade Tainted face painted black "is that
a boulder, you're nothin' more than a grain Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level' You
tryin' back then, had a problem with my skin Got together with ya clan and send a young poor Black man straight to the pen Ya had beef with the blacks but na the blacks
reality Your hearts me art gallery girl Can you feel the pictures that I painted Cause all of them are related like a mother & a son But none of them overrated There no others
funk And "Fuck Tha Police" in the tape deck You should listen to me 'cause there's more to see Call my neighborhood a ghetto 'cause it houses minorities The other
funk And 'fuck tha police' in the tape deck You should listen to me 'cause there's more to see Call my neighborhood a ghetto 'cause it houses minorities The other
of forgot, the girls of whom you're dealing We haven't the urge, to get busy Like those dizzy Lizys, who used to dance for you, your through I can't put it more
so blast it to us to us please i see the world with four eyes hip hop tour guide, hear the war cries rap or die wanna get signed drive a four door ride to be more
Young {repeated during chorus} (indented)] Black Rain, don't come down Don't you come fallin Black Rain, don't come down Now don't you come fallin Black Rain, Black
I'm just a ghost of my former self Formin' a non-formidable more bionicle toxin of mental health Was never born into wealth I jumped out of my mother
a gray patch when he first bust on the scene But as the mystery unraveled, all became black and white Know what I mean? We can never be friends, he can go to hell No more