Rap is dead cause people runnin out of shit to say So ridiculous and so absurd I was almost at a loss for words, then I started to serve Off the line
reality, the sky is green That there's weapons in Iraq, and the President's clean When it's on, thinkin you can trust police Every black is a beast and
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
[Black Thought] My grandmother suits was tailor made, Sundays Mahalia played Simple familiar ways, like how she kneeled and prayed Willin, master forgive
draft pick, later for you imbeciles The car is all black like it got traded to the Timberwolves And I keep a little bit of that green up in the lining
is supplying things Hoop dreams, dunking over cars, let the choir sing [Verse 10 - The Game] Yo, it's that black raw, black dog, pulling up on that black
d take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated
pacman I'm on the grind like a motherfucking lap dance shorty gonn' do whatever says shes a rap fan Every nigga round me Robin, Batman All black coupes All black wheels step out the line
' For your history, open a book and read Between the lines, don't recline your mind Sometimes I don't know how to make it understood That a lot of black
with the land blow [Incomprehensible] pump the missile, black berry molassi Flossin' with the bad mama sita My chi ca, be ten cent Job with the government Tap the Fed line
the hometown crowd My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through your veins like medicine Wanna be down? On the H-town Real ballas fight for the rebound
is the crystal ball inside of me Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright Lookin' my crystal ball, it's alright Lookin
to a jet black crowd What it's like to be black and proud In a world where white is right but not tonight This is a black man's might I heard a sister
them thangs They fuck with McCain, we sell cocaine Nigga fuck George Bush, his daddy and his mama I'm smoking up Obama while I'm countin' up these hundreds Black
s on da car You dont wanna bite than I roll in Phantom And Im straight from the south like David Banner ay A Juvenile but I know the G code yup Ten blacks
and my niggas at the bowling alley tripping 'cause we all tore I reminisce and kinda laugh despite my pain 'cause they kicked us out for throwing balls
Yaaaaaaa Yo yo yo yo yo Yo yo yo yo yo Yo yo yo yo yo Yo yo yo yo yo Yo yo yo yo yo I think I'm about to black out I blow your fucking whick out Niggaz
when you shoot the Chi In the black diamond wit' future dye, pullin' that ho like Super Fly All I gotta do is spit four lines Now she got me chameleon