Texty:
Black Bomb A Down

Down there like a butt Black and white, mixed like a mutt Imma frustrate Imma pimp walking with a limp Got her to a pinch in my pants I've got her in a clip held by a

with the dollop Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin' money It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny Black

Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a

before your ass can say "Ho" I'm like a time bomb but I'm a rhyme bomb Spray the whole audience with napalm Or something just as hot, I'll bust a rhyme

, a team player on a solo flight Lookin down on MC's faces full of fright and fear I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear Heureka! I just struck a

down, I'm sick of the fraud I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage we all know your last name is what got you a job you use to put together gimmicks

the wall of the VIP like This a way, that a way This a way, that a way Yeah, it's Young Wayne on them hoes A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes Yeah

our shit like nats do Police's be on my tip like hats do But I just stay strong like blacks do Never saved by the bell in a black school And I stay

owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted with racism, started