been going Well you better run fast He's an old cold hand He's an old cold hand He's an old cold hand
def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock, Sean John jury I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids Write about the black experience
Call me Kiss or call me the Black Babe Ruth That many hits, fuck that, that mean he bricks D Block that many niggaz' gats to your lips My dope is two
I seen fortune I ain't having it like abortion Walking with this stick holding his tip Looked like a Black Panther that was trying to pimp It was cold
bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a trunk But if I pop the trunk, it's to hand you
listen, don't play dummy out here King try for bust make your whole pack run Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns Fat ones, all cold and black ones
the cockpit Got spit like a french kiss chicks lock lips Coming from the deep black like the Loch Ness Now bring apocalypse like the heart of darkness It's like the heart of the artist become a target Pop music is the black
you got anyway? some of the indians turf The beauty that once flowed from the nile Like the moses child The hand that writes is a good as the hand that
lot of respect Feel Me? Thug tip from Sean John jury I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids Write about the black experience,
get the fuck out of our circus tent You cold-hearted sons of bitches You think they look fucked up Just wait till I kick your Fucking lips in a couple
bang bang Where the cash at? We ain't got to leave you bloody like a Tampax Come up shooting at you thugs Aflac Then I fall in the suede black Maybach
Her throat is soft, her lips are red Her thighs are white, her heart is dead Jezabell Red rope burns around her wrists Her blood is cold a serpent's kiss
me a huge label advance And a chance at fame And I, I'll sing and dance Go right with the grain Sponsor soda companies Promote with no shame Smile, shake hands
Legs of a God head of a man Eyes on the camera, shaking everyone's hands Vultures circle and smack their lips The sky goes black as the lightening rips
The father who sired her handed her over the crack-handed orchestra played The bride and the groom stood shoulder-to-shoulder as the ill-starred wedding
wound cannot be patched as my blood runs gelatinous, sweet and black Only to be tasted by the chafed lips of the inflictor, a mirror The heavy-handed
