lands of their births Banished from hearth and home All brothers must swear the oath Forsaking all they've ever known If you choose to take the black
lands of their births Banished from hearth and home All brothers must swear the oath Forsaking all they've known If you choose to take the black
a hundred mill' I'ma cash out (Ya hear me?) Today a 100K ain't nothin' to brag 'bout (Ya hear me?) The King pull it right, big bank take lil' bank Fresh
keys to be in the ninja? Just an all black perfect vision and their movement is in silence What are the true keys to be in the ninja? Just an all black
to your turf And take over the earth See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes That can only get down with my crew And if you try to take lines or bite
Dunn of mine stay connect, 4th Disciple trife Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin Ninety-six
posing face is shaded in black Is dominating as my color the massive attack Right now i hit it kick it flow smooth hit little wicked Tricky I take
out Check it, check it out, check it, check it out Pon cocked, the Don Juan doc send crews back to the shoe shine box Connect the dots, my description, black
that be, Cause the powers that be be tryin' to fight me, Standin' at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself, Some take the right and some take the lefts
take it Alive for his own sake, they better vacate Promptly, for they get they ass stomped Listen take heed to what we sayin niggas Chorus [black rob
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
jump out your promo Definitely put you in your place Definitely I hustle black Definitely I graft So you can chat anything you want 'Coz I'll definitely will jus' laugh Definitely got my swords
hook) [Sen Dog] Think of the many moons I been away from home On the seven seas or wherever I roam Black Beard takin' you down to the galley How does it feel with my sword
a atheist Intercepting missiles wit my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my past life when the black
, c'mon The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on You're dead wrong Relax and take notes, while I take
battleaxe That ain't real rap You're broke back with your saddle axe SAS klack-klack-klack Bodies in a black bag Thinking about the punk rock shit like Black
the truth well my house ain't made of glass and my chariot ain't no pumpkin I'm not a backyard bumpkin I'm from the concrete slab where people taking
