That's Harlem World, I get on my grizzly savage, see? From the first day, we laid eyes on each other At the office, I knew we was gon' be lovers Mark
Got to feed every 24 hours To keep my powers As I sit atop the gothic towers Watching cataclysmic showers Blood is sour Bitter sweet, thick and bland And when it dries it turns brown
this Livin' reckless, die for my necklace Crime infected, drivin' a Lexus with a death wish Jettin', checkin' my messages on the speaker Boppin' to Mona Lisa brown
I wanna brand new house with an old brown jug And an old spinnin? wheel on an old hook rug For my brand new house and my brand new bride With lotsa lovin
Oooh! [Bun B] Well down in the Dirty, South to be exact Gettin money with white girls is a well-known fact I like 'em black, brown, Puerto Rican or Asian
a crazy thing A girl would make you wait longer than ac green Passion of the Christ 33 year old virgin Thats disrespectful baby don't encourage him I like them brown
my money And now I sail with the mornin' sun So all ye sailor lads who want to go sportin' Mark ye well what I do say Don't trust them brown skin gals
One eye one brow so we stand Letters of cefer is in his mark the name of Deggial Bear the sign of Deggial He's a son of the desert with a lore of disbelief
little too slow And they overtook me in jericho Standing on the corner reading a bill Up stepped the sheriff of thomasville Said young man is your name lee brown
shouting And the wide ocean's smile Is two mountains away If the burning laughter refracts out the window And too many threads are pulled And leaves a mark
would hold a tear for the very first time When the government, they took his job away Now fist in hand you stand in line Declare his name and mark his
You felt was yours to live The one good time, you felt was yours to to live Silver streaks left to mark our tracks A million miles on empty Brown baggin
mink Even in the summertime Everybody knows from the coy little wink The girl's got a lot on her mind She's got big thoughts, big dreams And a big, brown
Yeah, who'd thought that this little dude right here Chris Brown, prissy boy from Tappahannock, Virginia I ain't think this voice would get me this far
with Mark Garvey, sharp as Sharpton A known fact that I stay pro black I go back like Kojak or Bobby Womack Or maybe Jim Brown, been down from Ground
joke Quick to wet a nigga who tryin to cut throat But, yo, ty was no new jack, he knew that He was marked for death 'cause niggaz had contracts He had
lifted his brow The crippled trees bent low to growl And swans, they wrestled with lifetime's grasp In hopefulness they nestled the past Teachers and travelers made their mark