Laulunsanoja:
Sounds Of Blackness Other

Yesterday, a man step to me, He said how can you smile when your world is crumbling down I said, here's my secret, when I wanna cry, I take a look around

in flies Then I picked up a stick, try to dig in it's eyes Makin' dirt pies, na, being buggy eyed shit And every other nigga that rap, sound like my

others In this cold world - the war that's controlled by the trigger Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga So if niggas want to bite the sound

, bring the beats and I'm ( ? ) [ ROUND 1: Hen-Gee ] Black stallion, knockin on concrete walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other

Fuck If You're Feeling Me As Long As Your Wife Is No One In My City Got A Pocket Like Drizzy I Can Rock Fitted Jeans Cuz My Credit Card Skinny Its Pitch Black

road trips and parties all over the world. This is music which defies definition, but has a sound all of its own. The only thing we can tell you it

like we supposed to be If we make each other happy then we just can't lose If we make each other happy then we just can't lose If we make each other

convulsed and shoved apart the shoulders that I gripped so hard and I faintly recollect a ripping sickey sound of fleshysplitting as I drifted toward a big black

nuts. And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none, but don't let it be a black and a white one, 'cause they'll slam ya down to the street