the shrieking souls Mourning the death of ??? and loss and quality control Quality control, stand still string up the banner From the beehive to the anthill; rag
black man And I ain't trying to tell ya, nothing wrong But if the blacks don't reach the blacks, who's gon reach us homes You kill a black you safe, but
gon' show it up [Verse 3] I got my black flag swangin and I'm bangin on some gutta shit Just copped me a spaceship, took it from the government White-on-white
wants you in His circle- yeah He wants you in the doo-rag And He wants you in the purple hair You can just take a cursory Glance at the word and see God
and the snakes of aggression Clinton, Wilson, and Anglo militias Same ideology all just as vicious But one wears a smile and the other ones don't And one reveals they're racist and
my gun And aim for his fuckin' eyes And when I'm gone I'm drinkin' on some liquor Fast ?? to take Slobs only get killed quicker [BLUE RAG] Fruitfully speakin' Blue Rag
dippin' and dappin', crippin' and dippin' never catch me slippin' All the women ??? (what's up?) Raise up the phone And floss with the switch Front back And pause on threes Rag
with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel (Cowel!) I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black nina I
non-stop, you gotta carry your gun Black and white, hitting corners but to me that's all fun Rollin in the truck, got the glock sellin rocks On the block, and
meet Either a black body bag or a pinche white sheet They creep in the street con bullets and heat Survive and stay alive or else finish and sleep That
it) True shit, you and your city must be on some new shit Gettin on my last nerve, such a damn nuisance Pussy niggaz on the rag, wearin Couture or Juicy
before we skated and shit Yeah, ya'll niggas know we skated early Disguised ourselves as the cidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos And
And see the bodies that are left on the ground Because the flag Red, white and blue And the stars from all the years you've whupped me and mines I still
, duffle bags stuffed with cash, fell in love with math. I got the green Benz, rag, raised, mustard Jag. White coke, tan dope, black gun, tre-duece, silver
Sit in a house and rest He don't pout, get him gear, in the house he fresh/ (Fresssh) Not that you care, just getting clear and think One glare and wink