New Black
ambition is the new black,
lyrics lookin like bruised stitches,
scrawled, my skin bitten by brutal attacks
neutrons promoted by unit captains,
explosive reenactments of history's greatest battles
the dead tell tales of life, after
under the brightest lights, taped and scalpeled
pictures hanging from the rafters,
innocents lost because of primitive thoughts
more than justice, this is my revenge against the gods
against all odds,
opponent to fake and floss monuments
raised from lakes of lost continents,
from this point, we're taking charge
special agents on the march,
macks in old cadillacs, playin DeBarge
bomb stages and stars,
no actors and no plays in these parts
we save those kinds of games for lames and retards
old gangs, pimp canes and leanin hats
zombie speakers beggin the kings to bring it back
eyes-a-bleed black,
raped in the leaves by team captains
memories re-enacted by supposedly clean addicts
there's no skiing in Aspen,
gorilla beat tactics,
beat back weak rappers with M.I.C.'s in plastic
keep classics tucked,
ratchets and blunts,
blood splashes as I casually dump ashes in clumps
all that action is us,
mortal kombatants,
sword masters leaving foes slashed in the dust
dopeness
...there's no replacement for the snake's venom
Chiolin kung-fu,
leave brothers prayin while the blade's whistlin'
trained killahs,
paint pictures with brains spilliin and entrails missin'
lay waste to the saint's village,
cocaine cowboys and crazed villains
laced spliffs with native spitters,
pale sails and the ending days of existence
there are five fingers of death,
life is the weakness of flesh,
light is the lie and only darkness is left
bargains with self,
a single shard for singles charted or gleaming cars,
no peace or pardon for a general retreat
when our enemies keep marchin'
my people are the targets of police warrants,
killed in the streets without warnin'
then told it's best for us
athletes and idols spend millions to imprison us,
nothing gets the blood pumping like genocide and business does
Like this here allot!Originally Posted by JahroamDaGod
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Yeah.
grasp with an open hand,
the sole command, branded by hot iron
lines and lime chopped, wires flyin'
universal bodies in alignment, let loose the fires within
my pen is digital now,
lightning gripped mentally, manifested in physical clouds
sinkin' last minute fouls, silent transcriptions envisioned aloud
pulled triggers come back whispers, wrapped in filthy towels
call it a shark attack, dark timbs across enemy towns
pin a beat down with audacity,
classics feeds, MP3's, put hashish to black heat
a turtle's shell with rabbit's feet,
Yusagi Yojimbo and Raphael bumpin gangsta tales through back streets
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