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letra de black out 6ix - la mique

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(skit from p-ss vs. bishop black out 6ix rap battle

[verse 1]

gone for a minute
i been gone for a minute
i been gone

now these n-ggas wanna go on and on with the gimmicks
don’t you start lil n-gga cause i’m far from a finish

might just even throw punch lines so you feel it
aight, never mind you don’t get it

i was working at the garden with the rhymes
water whipping
cooking heat up on the stove
until they threw me out the kitchen

f-ck it i ain’t tripping
still got my squad and them
still got my confidence
after flocking with a bunch of eagles like i’m donavan
that left me on the corner
like them n-ggas wasn’t playing sn-tch and run on metropolitan

and i just blamed kayann for it
as if she made me take it and run
i should’ve had a better thought
should’ve gave it to her, son

now i’m f-cked up
hanging out with satan just for fun

cooking bacon, n-ggas blazing
while we baking in the sun
ain’t a joke.. get smoked
like-a jamaican n-gga lungs

if you hating
then it’s best to keep it safe up on your tongue
and if you ain’t running with us
then you better make a run

’cause we gon do wrong if take long
like don’t you hear the words in my song?

well

this ain’t a song
this a robbery, grand larceny
inside the ear drums of any n-gga that was mocking me bonding with all my friends like them n-ggas are sean connery y’all still outnumbered, you dummies can’t be as smart as me

go ahead, start and see

n-gga ima black out six
got no time to think, i’ma back out quick…
i’m rage quitting; quick scoping; black ops pr-ck..

black face
black arms
black thighs

black lips
to kiss my f-cking black -ss and my black lies

got me a black ski mask
and a black bike to go and black out
under the black skies

i’m creeping with a flash light
mama wanna know what’s with the all black clothes
and the black eyes

last night, sold, well in fact i
slept in a paralysis
devil on my shoulders for a back ride

i like white people
-in the back of their mind, get on the elevator-
“oh sh-t a black guy
he probably got a hood n-gga black mind
michael myers kitchen knife
tucked inside of his pants with a black 9”

would it make a difference if i had a black brief case
black slacks, a black b-tton up, and a black tie?

or would i be the same ol black guy?
dressed for a funeral
of another black teen as usual, a black guy

you know
the color it was before i was born
the same it’ll be when my -ss die

and f-ck him. there ain’t no heaven
there ain’t no fat guy sitting in a chair
with a big book full of black crimes

and if so
here is my confession oh reverend
ran in the f-cking store
smacked the clerk at 7.11

but with the back side, of my hand
man had a black cry
grabbed a bag of doritos
and i dipped out the back side

friends keep asking me
“what happening to p-ssing tides”

guess the water was dirty black
when i got baptized, you b-st-rd

f-ck baptist! f-ck blacking!
f-ck black cops! and black hookers! and black pimps!

f-ck my sixtape!
i’ll stomp it out in my black timbs!

and hope yeezus would forgive
all of my black sins

gasping

and with the black skin
that i’m trapped in
tryna do the best i could
to back in with this rapping, mother f-cker

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