I'm not allowed to show the pain Not allowed to expose the pain All the white people from my neighborhood are dead All the black people have turned pink
Worldwide B.D.P. are the freshest Worldwide, worldwide, worldwide One, two, three, the crew is called B.D.P. And if you want to go to the tip top Stop
'? So many people killin', kids still dyin' or multiplyin' I ain't lyin', here's my testimony The shit I kick is real, never ever phony You spittin' cheesy lyrics like macaroni Call me if
When these individuals are young enough If you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense But not to constitute what this country at times calls if or which
what's the Scenario remix Whereas there are seven MC's Six which are in physical form, one which is in spiritual essence And he goes by the name of, uh
dictatorship And we are on the front lines Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime [Chorus] Alhamdulillah's a spiritual calling My alternate and we are
to all niggas that do it, I love To all my Brooklyn (Niggas) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?) To all my Bronx (It's war, nigga) To all my Queensbridge
, not even a fucking friend of me I've gotta treat you as if you may become my worst enemy People using my name and shit, bitch leave me out of it Patience
s be talkin' and talkin' Tryin' to show how black people are walkin' But I don't walk this way to portray Or reinforce stereotypes of today Like all my
descendant of Shem which is a fact Means, Abraham too was black Abraham born in the city of a black man Called Nimrod, grandson of Kam Kam had four sons, one was named
Hello! You have a collect call from Cuckoo Please answer the following question, "Yes or no" Will you pay for the call? Is this on? Gather around my
bitches all them funny names motherfuckers disrespecting my country and my people, I wish ya'll would get yo fuck ass out of my face free at last my ass
my newly, Painted blue 'nee Completely out of my own mind, Determined, to be a legend in my own time, And that's why, you gots to watch the drive-by, My
a service street And, Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here And figure out which service street he suddenly turned off on The sheriffs are, are
soul no matter which name you prefer The immortal stepper believe in every skin no matter which colour they are Will never let you down no matter which
here to zaire a dark shadow of a tree against the winter sky you know my hands are too cold, my throat is too dry i be building in all up in my mind