Eurythmics Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile Whether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays My grammar pays, like Carlos Sanatana plays, 'Black
niggas and represent Queens Run up in ya cribs, fill ya tubs with gasoline Smash ya plaques, tie ya arms back What's ya worse nightmare, Black? I'm beyond
's World War four, I mean the red form No need to crowd, the name is aroused up in the dead zone New World Order, I only flow wit the real horror Chrome
put my son in your place Now we can get by and form an ill duo we'll fuck you though 'Cuz I'm the boss like Hugo You know the name black My grown-nal
Uhh, yeah, c'mon, Black Rob Where Black Rob at? PD world tourer, Harlem horror We back Yeah, ya, ya, y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time
Double and Too Short, what the fuck you thought? I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when I swing I'm born to mack, always strapped, with the black
on loosed of the shackles and free of the grave their vengeance knows no bounds Raging hunger pierces the black, in the flicker of their morbid gaze
But +I+ ain't +Dream About+ no motherfucker named +Jeannie+ Shit was intense, it had me sweatin like crack Sorta like a horror flick for every motherfucker who dissed the black
There's no escaping There's no place to hide You scream 'Someone save me' But they don't pay no mind, goodbye You're walkin' down a horror corridor It
from the black lagoon They said "your time has come" you could scream and can holler But you're never gonna leave this little shop of horror
Lord Chief Rocka, I'm colder than meat lockers My people keep throwin' it up like cheap vodka I smack Internet MC's and beat bloggers You can see my Black
I'm there, high explosives Lyrics are high explosives.. Chorus Been up, dated, microphone mighty king david My eyes have seen the spaceship, lying of judah High exalted, mystic ruler, black
sit divine, my palm hold the globe with a grip Flows I spit, shows I rip, that's showmanship Tell the maid from the robes I fit A blackness covered the
Deck track break your back Yo A message of a wreckage 50 shell hot track leaking out the Lexus Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg boulders Call shop of horrors
math and original black men Bustin' thoughts that pierce your mental defense Rippin' your sacks and vocal toe to toe impeccable Splittin' your backs son, simple as addition and subtraction Black
tropical It's just sittin' at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah, that ain't nothin', I would call my mother Nor do I call every nigga, my brother Gotta have Black
Tracks, like thunder and lightening Watch the frightening, can't you tell? I'm loco, ooh, they don't know very well, so I lumps 'em, bruise 'em, with black