me and I watched it burn apart The peices fell down and drowned inside my heart The remains still surface every now and then But I just push it down
, they go broke findin out Smack ya mojo, caught a half of 'oh no' Magical vocals, get it down like coastals? Underground nigga that spoke truth and broke
Good times, sickness and health Broke ass, and richness, baby we made it work Yes sir, yo I reminisce over this chick colder than a soda Princess a soldier raised in Islamic culture
than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down
make the coldest Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola From all these stations and record labels, they killing culture
it, make it binding Seathing, blinding, screaming The race of the Mother Culture is thickening The rape of the Mother Culture is nearing The face of the Mother Culture
got more lines than co-CAINE that's why you sniffin' around We diggin' for different sounds to keep it hittin' Straight up the only way we gettin' down
from the dead, strap no fed, east to the west, say my name and i appear, i'm a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire, a slumdog billionaire. ...broken down
teeth This lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and broken up In these books
gotta know God's still black 'Cause every so often I sit and I wonder why I even trip at all 'Cause half are down when I get down The other half wanna
's no such thing as make love, it's really make life I don't care what nobody say You sleep with a man, that's your husband So make sure, before you lay down
at me It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha Spanish cats with the ki's of cocoa All the haters eat a dick they wanna see you brok
culture, never been about the money, But we had to watch people trying to take advantage Of us, trying to damn near rob us, We got slowed down by dodgy
, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gun play I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down
Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down
from a nameless time Take me back to these cryptic walls To this desert place and this strange reality It calls me from a nameless time I've I broke
children cry And you ask god why Annie, she came from Dunlavin Town The TB came and killed her family all around Population booms Eleven in two rooms Katie she came from down
