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It's all a hidden history, and mysteriesI see vividly, hysteriaCause misery on the interiorShit gets more scarier, I'm never in fearJust a little inferior in some areasBut I share, wisdom with Sumerian'sSomewhere we in the placePeace means harmony, not war and armoryBut fuck that, cock your gun backThis survival of the fittestSome cats get boxed in where they litterThese niggas don't beez in the trap, they like beez in the trackGet smoked out and I ain't talkin' bout what you toke outYou toked out for really thinkin' that this shit is a silly dreamWhen actually reality ain't what it really seemAnd I ain't actin' on the scene, nigga's screamThe actions ain't screened, just well-schemedI'm tryna' have wealth for my well-beingBy eighteen, pockets healthy greenWhat the fuck is twelve beams?I need the cake and creamThe stakes is high like fiends off a dreamJet streaming having cuisineWith the best season since the vet seasonCarry a vest, you know the reasonI'm in Chi-raq and i'm getting blown like the breezesSongtexteThe chicken strip teasersThighs, legs and the breast part is the cleavageShe even lick it down to the bone marrowShe in love but I ain't got a bow and arrowI'm known to jack the booty like i'm SparrowThey ain't tryna' see me in the battleThe lines is too narrowThey couldn't even outshine my shadowThey don't want the beef nigga, let alone the cattleThey just living out the saddle, so sad thoughBlack in public, black democratsBlack educator, black entertainerBlack, black businessman, black people are rumblingSave the chil, save the chil, save the chil...Okay, they sleeping on the crack, they overdoseOverdose on high fructose, rolling toast till i'm over-throatAnd over-slowed, I been speakin' over tonesLow but keep them L's high, legends live longAnd we gon' be forever, this for the EraThey tried to tell us we too deep in the flowThe mo' the better, the mo' clever, et cetara, whateverWhy do they sweat us?Dead us, they just met us, but they won't forget usThey don't know better than the worst caseI be headed for first placePurchase they position cause' they worship oppositionsBut I too had no pot to piss in, and so spot on in this instantAnd they still ain't got my decision, I won't stand under no manExcept my high supplier, he got the fire, I got the lighterI hit the spliff and this what i'm spittin'Like it's gas liquids that i'm drippin', pimpin'Black in public, black democratsBlack educator, black entertainerBlack, black businessman, black people are rumbling Aus Songtexte Mania