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dawson (unknown) - motherless child lyrics

[intro] yo man this the sh-t right here [verse 1] they cut the language of our people white savage evil black primeval and their stories deceitful the black power, like virgin’s bower, climbing a tower i live in a knowledgeable ivory tower my mind so declined the design of blanket’s flowers forgotten lies of white rotten no happy hours white man empowers slavery and devoured the cowards of eisenhowers as they taking their powers these n-ggas sick wordplay i’m so illmatic my rhymes are graphic, ransack our systematic bring on the static, my idiosyncratic is so dramatic my style makes me a fanatic the sh-t i rap wit these people with no morals their lies of cultural is criminal, vultures of america please they not chinese, my style kick it, these n-ggas graphic the mind, i rewind k!lling i’m like illmatic to these people starting tatcis [hook] motherless child, the white they steady fear me motherless child, the white they steady fear me motherless child, the white they steady fear me motherless child, the white they steady fear me motherless child, the white they steady fear me motherless child [verse 2] he so sinful, depraved he enslaved our children no righteousness comes from this man evil began to track footprints on the black master plan destroyer of faces african races like tin cans it’s the man i’m a stop the man and till i stop the man he gone be less than, a cricket on my shoulder with his wicked hand till the day i die no tears will come down my eye i’m a prophet, afrocentic muhammad where you find me timeless zulu, where the mic is diamond useful silence voodoo for the kindness of honolulu they see through you, like a book with no pages treat slavery with rages take our heart with no faces no forgiveness, no love to jehovah wittiness i’m a stomp the prophet in’em, hopefully we’ll get’em brothers and sisters we need a plan to get by cause in this life all a black man can do is just die [hook] [verse 3] i’m headed for jesus so i can find my way home not the false prophet design clay dome i mean the mother home, using jesus to get to mother contact my contacts so i can contact another brother who been waitin’, shaking with shakes so i’m baking my new type of rap style crackers are wild they be snaking fork tongue they b-st-rds their fathers is meaning less ask a n-gga who wittiness it [hook]

- dawson unknown lyrics

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