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letra de betty x - lord av

[intro]
lord
av
slow bop to this
yea, lost tribe
rebel

[verse 1]
i am that new black militant, no we’re not extinct yet
you can keep them becky’s where they been, where the betty x’s?
i be at them premo parties, if you’re not you’re basic
catch me on my larenz tate sh-t, get this brother for the night d-ck
that a smile me put on your face child?
act right, you’ll be face down
drama queens get thrown out
cuz i’m king joffery, they’re the bath towel
i love black coffee and brown sugar
that’s malcolm style but your cream good
hate black & mild but we can blow the loud
better thank the lord i got good wood
my allah piece between both t–ts
girl you breaking all my laws
that’s rated r, but i don’t give a f
i’ll take the l for my flaws
so roll the l for my cause
only heaven at mosque?
then i would go to h-ll in gasoline drawls
with vaseline on to give you these b-lls hot
smacking all on that balled spot
or that angie davis
i don’t f-ck with no wild thots
’till they’re domesticated
i just like a little conversation
concentrating on chemistry
get your body down to a science
god body that box ali

[hook]
i’m taking shots
on my soapbox
for these black dreams
till i die
who gon have my back?
where you at queen?
you should come build with a god
you should come build with a god
find you a real n-gga
you should come build with a god
you should come build with a god
ride with a real n-gga
on your block
i’m gon pour one out
for my o.g.’s
by my side
if they martyr me
where u at queen?
you should come build with a god
you should come build with a god
find you a real n-gga
you should come build with a god
you should come build with a god
ride for a real n-gga

[verse 2]
chicago red n-gga no field n-gga
one of few light n-ggas call a trill n-gga
give that look like pac gave jada pinkett
gone leave all the choir boys to the priest
i be on my mandela till they martyr
winnie mandela many men want her
maison margiela no martin
till i find a coretta then i march in
with the spirit of a million men
get on the bus, leave the band wagon
i played all them, that’s played out now
i need all in, my eyes open
sleep with you but no fred hampton
cause this sh-t revolutionary mind control
do or die you just gotta let ya body go
n.o.i. lit’ carved on a brother soul
so when i’m wilding out, it’s still in me though
and that’s word to my mama, raised a young shotta
she be afeni then you be -ssata
i could be sunni and you be kabbala
we’d still power circle like we at the kaaba
walking away pray that you save my number
you calling adhan i call you belladonna
you ball up your palm with a perm in that’s honest
my last name your permanent, free till you own it i’m

[hook]

[bridge]
i’m at the window with the trigga
by my neck
by my neck
say don’t trust that new n-gga
he a threat
he a threat
find a betty on my level
where they at
where they at
come and rise with a rebel
betty x
betty x

- lord av

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