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bentely press - black excellence lyrics

(yeah.. black.. black…)

(don’t feel a way)
when i tell you what the message is
(don’t feel a way)
bout all this black excellence
(don’t feel a way)
when i tell you what the message is
(don’t feel a way)
bout all this black excellence
(don’t feel a way)
when i tell you what the message is
(don’t feel a way)
bout all this black excellence
(don’t feel a way)
when i tell you what the message is
(don’t feel a way)
bout all this black excellence

black!

i got it covered, you gotta love it hey, hey
hey, skin of chocolate, they want you under, hey, hey
they want me dead because they hate my color hey, hey
aye, why you do this? i say my brother hey hey
i got a mission, let’s keep it simple
let’s save the world, protect your children
all of america, gon make a k!lling through
heavy imprisonment of all these colored dudes

black!

i got it covered, you gotta hate me, hey hey
my brother hazel, he just had a baby, hey hey
beautiful black, i know what’s next is random
we miss you harvin, r.i.p. to brandon

my friends is teachers, my friends is doctors
black and degree’d up, some got a doctorate
you tryna hate, but that sh-t out of pocket
you tryna hate, i’m at your neck like lockets

don’t feel a way
don’t feel a way
don’t feel a way
don’t feel a way
don’t feel a way (way!)
don’t feel a way (way)
(just let it play all the way off…)

“black! black!”

(aunt viv excerpt)
“will, you can read that book, you can wear the t-shirt, put up the posters and shout the slogans but unless you know all the story behind it you’re trivializing the entire struggle”

black, black, black!

i seen friends turn to foes
b-tches turn to hoes
for designer sh-t, d-mn
f-ck it i don’t need the clothes
i just need the flow
you ain’t f-cking with it, never
yeah i know, i’m a pro
bentely stuck on go
never switching modes
got the dough
woah don’t i hug the road like it’s my auntie?
if you want it, and i got it, you gon have to f-cking gut me
walk right up to me and punch me, pray to god that i stop breathing
and so you know, i don’t stop, because i stopped breathing
platinum, platinum, platinum
it’s been cl-ssic, cl-ssic, cl-ssic
since a n-ggas started rapping
back to back, because i have it
got this sh-t wrapped up in plastic
pan around to see the pampers on you amateurs, i’m laughing while i’m blasting at your basket, ask around
i get down like it’s like 70’s at disco
getcho b-tch -ss up & do something, look i been getting tired
of superficial woke out deceiving the uninspired
of superficial rappers that speak of a living lie
of superficial b-tches that tell us to mind our size
of superficial police that telling us all go die
of superficial teachers that teaching us not to try
of any superficial motherf-ckas in my life
i’m alive, yeah

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