ROAD And BLACKENED your DAY? What ILL-WILL-WIND came blowin' straight into your FACE? Well, now we know WHO's the one to BLAME But the DAY will come
Übersetzung: The Black League. Day One.
feel Black Jesus! Searchin for Black Jesus It's hard, it's hard We need help out here So we searchins for Black Jesus It's like a Saint, that we pray
of these streets it ain't my fault cause I... tried to get away but trouble follows me and still I try so hard hoping one day you'll come and rescue me
if you go back and take a look at my history you will see that I'm not the only one who's off his rocker there were many before me I was always labelled the black
above the nail, Bling A hundred thou couldn't get you one of these (Not one of these) I guarantee it ain't a flaw on one of these (One of these) Two hundred
Cognac with Kurupt, Young Gotti Somebody gotta recognize this Throw fo' fingers up, add a thumb, then make it a fist Number one draft pick, lead the league
proclamation of the Pope of Rome Who later, in league with Queen Isabella sent Cardinal Ximenos to Spain to murder any blacks that resisted Christianity These Moors, these black
be a victim of these streets It ain't my fault ?cause I tried to get away but trouble follows me And still I try so hard hopin? one day you'll come and
' with the thugs. Nigga, we come to party, but I'll fuck up somebody, but y'all ain't feelin' me, is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit
, explode nightly I count on one finger, all y'all rap niggaz that excite me Y'all niggaz is trash rap, wanna fight me? You shook to death, take breaths and step lightly Y'all little league
A hundred thou couldn't get you one of these I guarantee it ain't a flaw on one of these Two hundred thou, couldn't get you in the league Get three
if you go back and take a look at my history you will see that i'm not the only one who's off his rocker there were many before me i was always labelled the black
the fronters and the naysayers I'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass players They say I'm out of my league on this one So when I get done
ain't the same name I'm a rock star, love it that my wallet chain hang I'm a modern day saint; I'm a modern day king My definition I can finally explain
a B-girl crying, yesterday I saw a B-girl crying I walked up and asked what's wrong She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long
Step to me and I teach you Somebody text his picture Straight drop in my beaker Ace knocking my speakers Last night I counted one mill' This morning one
kitchen Back at it, playing with blackmatics One Mac eleven, one seven A line up four buck tears for one bredren Leave three basins of tears from one
