Texty:
Black Lab Remember

to fight fair all the nights that you spent with me i swear do you remember? 'cause i remember? do you remember? 'cause i remember what you said to me remember

one day I could play it back But I don't even know if I believe it when I'm saying that Y'all starting to creep in, everyday it's just so gray and black

cheek, let it slide Give me five on the black hand slide [STYLES P]: Give me five on the black hand side Tell you what I see through the black man's

day I could play it back But I don't even know if I would leave it when I'm saying that Ya'll startin' to creep in, everyday it's just so grey and black

is like startin rap world war 3 You rather sell your key to nypd My style's vicious, I rap in the lab and break dishes My words wear jet black hoods,

feces my fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness from heart scan to pulse readings this a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection the sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers Acme lab

don't die Guess down drawers kani But yo I'm makin? a pit stop, go and buy a box of Glocks See, rolled up and yo winner Yo, remember that kid that we

I've gone through life pretending That time will change the ending Word to my son, he gon' remember you, rubbing on a statue In his lab, that resemble

[la the darkman] Uh uh, for the niggas in black vigors Behind the wheel drinkin liquors Everybody wanna shine For the niggas rockin tims, fuck cars and