FUBU

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Nigga Narcissus, Conrad's ships drift through thick mist
 Harlem River houses in the distance
 Pure self-interest, pinched change your hat's tip
 Glad to be rid of it, collar turned pitiless
 Renaissance garments sparked another incident in the tenement
 From rent-controlled apartments, survey markets through arcane instrument
 Name too black to be tarnished, wade through carnage
 T.V. lawyer and the indigent
 Consummate professional, only the faintest smile when you said "Innocent"
 Flat track bullies exchanging back slaps in South Pole hoodies
 Israelite capes draped, doing too much fam, pump the brakes
 Slow down, send the stupid acoustics
 Done ruthless through the sunroof, son, you knew this
 The fire in which he sit like Buddha, small violin playing chin-music
 Crocodile tears, toothy grins, and the rail flying spin
 Sold the win, like yeah, we gon' see y'all again
 Train plied in boom black and sharp jive
 Southbound Greyhound praying you survive
 New millennium freedom ride
 High-tech Willie Lynch, high-def when they snitch
 (The bitch set me up) Clarence Thomas off the bench
 High-tech Willie Lynch, high-def when they snitch
 (The bitch set me up) Clarence Thomas off the bench
 High-tech Willie Lynch, high-def when they snitch
 (The bitch set me up) Clarence Thomas off the bench
 High-tech Willie Lynch, high-def when they snitch
 Blacked out on your knee, I need smoke
 I had the priest do the read-through
 Copping cow tongue at the key food
 They team chewed, got nowhere to cling to
 Armand Hammer banner street blood at the venue
 Go where I sent you, skull crunch under Timb boot
 I been juiced, missing hair true, by the skin of your chipped tooth
 Held loose, youth wasted on the youth, yet, I showed couth
 Rap sheets stretched like menu, the blunt canoed
 But I don't feel your truth, I'm far removed, on the move
 Red satellite balloon, Earth transmission, nom de plume
 Elucid who? Prison blue and brown leather
 Fuck rap, no loophole, hold whole crew's under pressure
 Get the money Chester, steering clear if you country extras
 Lames and lepers, needle skip the record, do it to death
 Seven fast, seven lean, blowing steam in a technicolor dream coat
 Play how I post, stay out my lane, folk
 

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Duration
02:28
Key
8
Tempo
94 BPM

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