excuse for your acts [Chorus] Black Star shining over you Black Star you are always twisting the truth Black Star is shining over you Black Star but
[music by P.Ahonen, lyrics by P.Ahonen & J.Kyro] Back alleys and secret doorways you always try to find passages to the other worlds but you're missing
's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz poppin, welcome to our casino Cause you and me know Hundred percent like a c-note Looking for a bitch that's half-black
, rockin his jewels like we usin em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star [Chorus] All these MC's start
my chest I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture less I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday So play your fuckin' job educated and black I will resort
could post me Category, Trackezoids, beats classic only Feet tappin for me, that's the story 'til I'm Casper ghostly Every joint I'm on point, no need
of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney top down, nightmare, blow her hair sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare fast
we got ten itchy fingers One thing to declare When the monkey is high You do not stare You do not stare You do not stare Looks like we got ourselves
officials Chronic fatigue Flossin' for nil, innate hatin' chromatic emcees I'm chasin' faces of Satan Waitin' on Daytons, debatin' whether or not to shoot for the stars
Choking stare, a vacant breath Straining to find what should be mine Point of stillness remains Somewhere in my soul Point of stillness remains Lost
the kitchen Consider me different, usual suspect for missing equipment Look forward to what I record for your shipments I black out in an instance, off two point
come to visit, you'll be bored to tears We haven't even paid the phone bill in 300 years But we ain't really quaint, so please don't point and stare We
the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all [Ol Dirty Bastard] I need help Because the black man is God The government is after me And the worst is, black
I used to ride up on the hill And look down at the darkened Silhouettes of tall black windowsills And my heart jumped
used to sit inside And circle the blue fields and grease the night It was as if someone had spread butter On all the fine points of the stars 'Cause
New York slang Even though we don't talk like that out here The point I'm tryina make comes out so clear You want paper or plastic, Visa or cash? You wanna burn
Jerusalem Abusin' 'em, rockin' his jewels like we usin' 'em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older God, build with the Son an' the Star All these MCs start
