All black El Derado
Soaring through North Rodeo
Crown, blow, and K.O.
You know, you know, you know
Packing that 32 is just a simple rule when you been pushing pools of that
You know, you know, you know
Living life from the horns of a matador
Truly another feeling when you stroke it raw
But as a wise man I would advise to strap that condom on at sometime
Hold up
Lions don't rule the jungle by coincidence
You tigers will earn your stripes over time you dig
Don't be so quick to stunt out and ball out for bitches
Then beef and fall out with niggas
pull pieces over some stupid shit
Aw Lord forgive him
Johnny grew through the system
Momma spends nights with dishes
His daddy somewhere in Memphis
Pimps, hoes, and crystals
But what don't kill us makes black stronger
They say long live the king huh
But what’s that really doing for the kingdom
Muhammad Ali with the content
Rolling with a half ‘ki’ half across the continent
I rumble with oppression
Can’t get depression
Cause my 3 little blessings
And they’re mom needs me rested
So i sleep soundly
I cleared my concious, soon as it found me
And power to the people
Feelings that surround me
Conversations with queens
That really know what they mean
Really what a queen means
They know too as a queen
Respect to the most high
All together all smiles like we toast high
Thousands in the car speeding
Got a dope ride
Fresh as hat a bolo or a bow tie
At least i lived all the cool shit before i go die
Leave me alone pastor
Don't get me wrong father
I lay awake at night
With my hands aligned
Hoping God remembers black power
Swear, all these cops looking like slave catchers
All of my niggas are go getters
jurors doctorate more letters
dope pushas with berretas
All of my brothers are Panthers
Yawl naggers still standing for Anthems
And selling your brother for ransom
That black on black shit is a Cancer
That hood life is played out
I cooked that it weighed out
I slang that it payed out
I hit licks and made out
Arrested and sat time
I paid bail and made mine
Up all night that grave time
On your shore it’s wave time
No talking is my code
Them pigs shot with blindfolds
Look, we mindful, but shoot back with Rhymestones
With Rifles, and Kind Notes
Them opposites that time molds,
Them Prophets that time grows,
I’m in debt my mind owes.
credits
from KHARI vol.1,
released July 3, 2017
Written KHARI THE DUO (Ishma Valenti and Zach Watkins)
Produced by Zach Watkins
Recorded and Mastered by Zach Watkins
Mastered by James Fleege for Silver Street
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