Now I'm sure that most of you know the old story about the astronaut
who went far out into space and was asked on his return
whether he had been to heaven and seen God.
And he said yes.
And so they said to him, well, what about God?
And he said, she is black.
And although this is a very well-known and well-worn story,
it is very profound.
Because, because
I tell you,
go ahead.
Metal in the melanin,
black man,
black woman,
black man,
white woman,
white man, black woman.
Now I ain't racist,
but the numbers cross a cheese post for the photo socks,
doing the promo when slow mo you see him black and in the Rolo.
My wife had Italian lady in the street,
but in the room,
she cut like a stallion *.
Close your eyes and respect your woman.
It's all ice cream bar.
Take your pick up in the ice cream store.
Word to my nigga meth and chef for showing us that left,
right,
left.
Hope burns in the undercurrent every eve in the jungle.
Concrete of foreign.
It's all sweet and purring.
Still black girl birthed to earth due to knowledge,
concrete,
a college and pass,
pass,
pass,
pass,
pass,
pass.
Hey,
yo,
black is the new black born blue,
black,
black at the very sweet of the curves coming out the back.
Damn,
Michael Jackson, light skin, buddy to black MTV.
Knew that a black ass on Kim Kardashian,
30 minutes in Jamaica,
make you turn black.
Fast.
Do you smoke and dope trying to find Bob
Marley or you drinking rum with the black coat?
Black folk racist against black folk.
Come out the sun.
I don't want you to get dark no matter where you're from.
Go, James Brown.
Feel me black and proud when you stand up for yourself.
They call you black and loud.
If you're too black,
white folks will black you out.
Black value from the industry.
Only niggas allow.
Bill Clinton was a black man loved by the
left persecuted by the right hand in the club.
I short skirt magnet.
I'm full stop.
All these girls come in with some bag full stop when
the shock steps up on the stage and he smashed it.
Yeah,
I hate the stage water when the ill flow steps up.
You put the forty dollars shots up.
I spit it in the old cup.
I don't need your movements.
I'll be here to your grandkids.
Get great hands.
He's a spot like the sun's in the air.
Call hard like my rents for months in the rear.
My papa was a Rolling Stone.
I became a chip off the block.
Now we're just one of my own.
Full steam down the hill.
Anything up front getting smoked like a fat ass blunt.
Yeah.
I'm up against the monster.
He's cool.
It's his homies that
will haunt you forever relevant.
King Rain for president
embassy in the star.
Currently, Earth's president for
A minute.
I may weather the storm.
I'm good business from
Sam B to Sam D nice with it.
Taking out your suckers and
you don't know how I did it.
The story sounds cooked up.
Cat
fits in it.
She won't take the picture as long as that bitch
Never say die, God, Mr. Howie's always been
I can't tell the difference cause I've always been a better man
Biggest fan,
looking back,
feeling like I never lived
You only live forever,
but you probably won't remember it
We all wanna be royal on some Lord *
I done warmed up now, let's record this
Record this,
record this,
record this,
record this,
record this
Record this half rap God,
half bass God,
slash praise God
I don't gotta get a day job, say la
They saying I should be paid like A-Rod
And taking vacays up in Cape Cod
I'm saying nah,
I should be paid all the baseball total
Taking vacays on a space odyssey Playing hey-ya during takeoff
A space oddity and some K-Dot Outer space hitting space bar
Spitting space bars from the heavens Seeing
the great stars resting from Nate Dogg
The trademark chaos and Shaq King on the same,
John
Talking sharp as a shark's radar
Talking sharp as the blade on Braveheart
As the blades on skates as the blades of Charles Schafe
Not sharp as the same blade Blade got
Lyrically,
I break laws worse than Bernie Madoff When he trade stocks,
I wipe the smirk on your face
Off with a J-cloth full of mace Now
you're talking all them great songs
I leave the beat slain,
tossed in a grave plot Want a bad guy to pray hard and have a seance
Straight gun
When you hear my mic go,
quack quack My outer sight light blows,
black black
Black cat curry naps from the Appalachian
Revelation for your radio station
Patience,
everything you do following nature Made ya,
baby,
you can shake your money maker
Take a flight from Trinidad to Jamaica
Mash up the dance for your lover,
not the heat
I ain't talk that I'm running over rappers,
that's that
I got a baseball bat in my backpack Settle down,
just chill with the violence
I'm freestyling,
I'm wilding,
I'm wilding,
I'm wilding
Once upon a time was a man named Joe He didn't
ask questions cause he didn't wanna know
And when the yin yang made rap say
yo He realized he knew he had to go,
out
I stole the pen from boys to men like Michael Bivens
You fuckers are keeping the weakest and
fakest opinion I'm bringing to fitness