of fate To take the reins of pleasure Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure At the glimpse of charmed pins in Her thighs Ballrooms filled with black cats
rend it's knots apart So I may never sing Of jewelled skies o'er my strings And love, a wanton thing Can plunge on burnt, black wings To hang amid the
alone Like the pig on the stairs Hanging In a groovy purple shirt Gasping for air I'm gasping for air I'm gasping for love I'm gasping for air... Slit the cats
but i'm talkin' 'bout the condom They followin' me home with my dog right behind um Have you ever seen a ass clap on a stallion Another bad bitch half black
is clingin onto me sobbin and sighin Sayin she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin killed So I hugged
MC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin (what?) Leavin all of you cats shittin
under ya neck A city full of thug-ass niggaz, and punk-rockers Alotta niggaz act like Pac so cops watch 'em And shot blocks up in the black or the light
Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax The arm in that, you show me where the party's at Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs Broads and cats
soon MC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin (what?) Leavin all of you cats shittin
crime known thru the equator They knew I did it, for havin' blood on my gators My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge I'm a black grenade
some comfort I'm moaning I just wanna get home When I look over in his shirt is off I'm like you gon fry and like No I won't, I'm black stupid Black
the equator they knew i did it, for having blood on my gators my weed 'll hit you're chest like a double barrel gauge i'm like a black grenade,that 'll
She said she know this ball player, and he think I'm pretty Psych, I'm playin' fool, you know it's just wit you I'm stayin' fool And when cats be poppin
theme My rise to the top, floatin on this cream Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me A million ReFugees with unlimited warranties Black
Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile Whether jew or gentile I rank top percentile, Many styles, More powerful than gamma rays My grammar pays, Like Carlos Sanatana plays Black
What is my intent? Trying to live, without the nonsense You dying to give [Tiye Phoenix] Yo yo, the spokesqueen, number one Tiye Phonenix The black
my gat and got my hand stamped by matt I could barely walk around cause the dance floor was so packed I walked to the back and lit off some black cats