Dat Boi Vic - The Dark Ages текст песни

Текст песни The Dark Ages - Dat Boi Vic




Over the masses head
Like a bunk mattress bed
Crashed and fled
Had to leave the car
Not before I grab the bread
Gashed the leg
Ran off limping
The lights was flashing red
Jumping fences
Juking lieutenants
Like it's a pass and spread
Asked and begged
To be treated like humans
Got bit by dogs
Sprayed with water hose
On the plantation
They fed us hogs
Slave mind
Addicted to swine
Addicted to crime
On my own kind
Cuz I don't wanna see "em shine
Thirteen recruited
In a war in Sudan
Carry a AK
Dam the devil got a new plan
They say the devil uses music
Well he got a new band
Genetically modified new strand
Smoke with my bruised hand
Cassius clay
Running through Africa
While the kids follow
Malcolm on the plane going to Mecca
While the pigs follow
The bullets inside the sig hollow
They killed Martin
And Medgar Evens in front yard
My skills sharpen
Study the elders
Ten thousand hours
And than you speak
Na you ain't up on the knowledge
You just pretend you deep
You're dashiki made in Asia
Lewis leaky found ancient fossils
I mean that find was major
Before the whole world ends
You better find your savior
The nine will blaze ya
But the mind is greater
Niggas enslave ya
Once you sign the paper
My heart goes to kids in Ukraine
Getting bombed on
Farrakhan swan song
Covid in Hong Kong
As the world spiral
The more dumb you are
The more you're viral
Dust off your Quran and Bible
Kids watching wicked idols
Ungifted psychos
The universe works in triplet cycles
The kicks was Michaels
Black Jesus died at thirty three
Scottie Pippen turned into Judas
And flipped the bird to me
Larry hitting jumpers over Magic
in eighty fo (four)
Ninety one
Young Jordan ending the lakers show
Fake hoes will leave a nigga
Soon as his paper low
Not too many made it out my hood
Check the ratio
I don't like commercial shit
That be on the radio
The kid who got the wavy glow
Slam that Mercedes do' (door)
The one who all the niggas hate
But they ol lady's know
Soldiers at the door step
Of a dead war vet
Knocking on his wife door
She fell to the floor wept
More debt
Food shorts
Shootouts in food courts
At the mall
niggas gettin smoked like Newports
Rap game
Trap game
A legend in two sports
Deion rocking diamonds
On the turf
In a new Porsche
(Blow)



Авторы: Frank Grimes, Victor Frazier


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