Tekster:
Seven Black Circle

Joy fills my heart when the Black circle starts to spin See how proud it stands An old faded cover tells Stories from glorious days Hear the circle

An they know when it?s time To handle business nigga lay low Presentin' more urban tales of crack sales An black mail, an black males, peelin' black

stay on, we stay on, yeah we stay on He is on, we be on, we stay on with pleasure Here I go, the seven odd, Manchu Squad Black notes I quote, I dedicate

in the day, they actually came to be. (yup yup) but now I'm lookin at a black white paper, and with a whole book of memories (but we never read) seven

was it Mystikal and Urkel? On to seven AK-47, so what? I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck Then put seven in your chest seven days a week

she knows he knows. One word to the man in the pulpit She start twitching and she can't sit still Seven inches of a black star liner ... Try to contain

the blue-black flames dancing around your aura I can feel your inner rage which paints your ki in scarlet [chorus] Circle of burned doves an ancient path of vengeance circle

I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions. Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album. Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced in

built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes From my blueprint beginnings to that black