love a little black cave but I couldn't get back 'cause it didn't have a name no. Dig and dug. Toil and toil. I left my love for you inside that cave
Things just ain't the same for Bin Laden, This planet hates me more than Michael Jackson, Hating on the Taliban for keeping me captive, Threatening to find my little cave
Just because I got on my L.A. hat Stalkin' walking in my big black boots Is my jingle, now you want Mandingo Big, black and handsome I should hold your
slam up off the scene You hairy bastard, work a little bit faster Because of the shit that I done been through, I shall never call you master You D-E-V-I-L, the cave
around the world) And the seven seas (And the seven seas) I climbed the highest mountain (I climbed the highest mountain) Down to the deepest cave (Down to the deepest cave
you can't tell me why I am. Everybody needs education, Open Universities, education. Every race, every creed, education. And every little half-breed. Every nationality, education. All the little
lot? He said: 'Between the black & white spiders' but now, from between the black & white spiders, a cloud and fire burst and rolled thro' the deep. Black
I heard you were a prankster, ultimate gangster Daytime shooter, night time shankster The phone-tapper, dress a little dapper so you think my color's blacker
thief Who tried to make peace in comparison to Egypt But they got gypped cause their minds not equipped I see a cave boy and they try to play black Give
my room That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof This for my *** getting brown paper bag money This for my trippers getting black
from the stage, in a suit with a fade I had set the game a blaze, and they threw me a parade I stacked a little change and took my family out the caves
Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggaz can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin' got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib
shit, but to others you wise Me, on the other hand I zone Find a little spot to myself 'til I feel I'm alone Talk to angels with black wings, silver
[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
. Things just ain't the same for Bin Laden, This planet hates me more than Michael Jackson, Hating on the Taliban for keeping me captive, Threatening to find my little cave
is bond, I murder any bitch That fuck with my niggas Blow a hole up in your body Straight dismantle your figure A'yo where Rah Digga? Scopin' out the little
