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letra de 1970's - alkebulan

[verse 1: alkebulan]
gold chains, mink coat
limp in my walk
don’t play the game, pinkie ring
now ho, don’t you talk in the presence of your pimp
don’t give me no lip, that sh-t on yo’ knees
now run along and tell it to my other anatomicals
cells and associates, [?] and corners
with wheels the same color as the cops are payin’ off
thinkin’ they own us, nah
this ain’t no loaner, just got this lack off that lot
and i know, don’t play yourself, girl get back on that block
i do me, i do jah, like poker, poker face
to these jokers, take your queen
poker face and leave cream all on the [?]
[?], face the facts, you at the bottom like a swig
the last of the [?], this business, you shouldn’t be in
i’m bein’, players ball, play to win
hate the game while you in, if you turn b-tch every time again
take your win in, this ain’t your rock, get about
the biggest pimp in the south, the biggest pimp in the south
we drive, jack

[chorus: quentin miller]
yeah, uh, how you feel?
i take her back to when the panthers was black
and that world was on the well? uh
chevrolet’s with diamonds in the back
we 80’s and 90’s babies but i soul on that 7-5, no jive
tryna lap like goldie drinking good
and a n-gga stay h-lla high, no jive
f-ck with me, babe, f-ck with me, babe

[verse 3: alkebulan]
i’m in my black turtlenecks, swear to black that the jackie black beret
black train of thought, black mac-11, black ak
malcolm and martin with heads of a two-headed monster
crackers sold off, so i bet a sawed-off for the government
and a cap-cap-cap for the kkk
pacifist? i pass my fist through your face
actions speak louder than tree
hippies be puffin’, pigs out here cuffin’
beatin’ my brothers down, ’cause of our colors
mothers, rangin’ sons, daughters, all alone
now, you ain’t heard like sheep
presidents are political, puppets selected to run the world
and make master some duck and jive
turkeys, mixing board, [?], don’t care how we livin’
sent us [?], ain’t got no beef with no n-ggas
stay murdered for entertainment
the face of the asiatic education here is a mockery to the mathematics
after hundreds of years, you reap what you sow
i tie that tattoo a ceilin’ fan, let them hang onto every word that they spoke

[chorus: quentin miller]
how you feel?
i take her back to when the panthers was black
and that world was on the well? uh
chevrolet’s with diamonds in the back
we 80’s and 90’s babies but i soul on that 7-5, no jive
tryna lap like goldie drinking good
and a n-gga stay h-lla high, no jive
f-ck with me, babe, f-ck with me, babe

[outro: alexis glenn]
and you may say i’m a dreamer
but i’m not the only one
i hope today that you join us
and we’ll all just be us, why, ayy

- alkebulan

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