black drop – black gold lyrics
black gold
hook:
they wanna be like us, sound like us, walk like us, talk like us
but they don’t wanna bleed like us, grind like us, cry like us, die like us
san’s verse:
there was a time when people put their life on the line
stayed strapped with a nine and choose to put their life between lines
and paint a picture but now the picture is blurred and obscured
the mural is marred life scarred to something absurd
who stole the soul? better yet who gave it away?
who sold all of us out? doc bak warned us of this day
when uuh, the culture’s appropriated by outsiders
new rules are set now the real are the outliers huh?
it’s like, gentrification we seen it coming
some of you get a p-ss but some of you f-ckas troubling
m-ssacring the memory history and the legacy
losing creative energy dissing the inner city, yo!!!
fall back and pay the homage
ya still a visitor homie study and peep the knowledge
this our sh-t yeah off rip from day one
i’m well aware of autumn one thous six hundred twenty one
mp’s verse:
the most hated circ-mnavigated
the whole globe, sh-ll toe adidas
lamb’s wool hair of jesus, socrates conspiracies
who really writes write these pieces?
my lineage’s been stolen by savages
why is hip hop different, than jazz or rock ‘n roll?
look at elvis, we’re still the kings of soul
spirit of invention violent inspiration
against this oppressive system, unorganic
under pressure, the main thang is not to panic
silly rap antics i’m the antidote
not the dope in xanax, f-ck it i’m saint nick
wit a gift for y’all, naw i’m saint patrick
see the green in y’all, hoping my team falls
carfentanil all on mic makin’ ya head nod
then strike, like the predator
payback’s verse:
you gets no shine, i ain’t even speakin’ yo name
you culture vultures are waaay bogus wit things that you claim
wanna emulate the swag? it’s more than tats and sags
cuz to walk in my shoes, y’all don’t want none of that
enough of your eavesdroppin y’all ain’t hip hop please stop it!
we’re street prophets, k!llin’ yo’ weak topics
y’all steady plottin and standin by, they have to lie
pilfer and b-st-rdize for profit to pacify
mc’s today bite and get props for it?
smh, their resumes are flawed i knowed it!
who’s the real street cat? the one who inspires?
or the one who basks in the mire?
i’mma hold they -ss to the fire. no more k-m-baya
i’m goin low no mo’ higher i’m goin hard to the wire
keep it movin’ soul to soul i’m on a roll again
with exclamation marks the succotash is sufferin (wooah!)
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