Kembe X - X lyrics
[Kembe X - X lyrics]
You'd say the same thing the house
Negro said on the plantation what you mean
Separate? From America? This good white man?
Where you gonna get a better
Job than you get here?
I mean this is what you say! I
Don't i ain't left nothin' in Africa
That's what you say while you
Left your mind in Africa"
Bitch I'm back i'm back for the 10th time
Catalyzin revolution, the national enzyme
From the land
Where becoming a fan is dickridin
You live with 2 picks, Be a slave
Or split ties
I know it wasn't the plan to switch sides
Or to shuffle the momentum
The clan just shifts tides
It's implied, that we burn your insides
Lyrical spitfire nigga let the synth ride
Let go of goals and exposed my soul
Knock-knockin for opportunity
Beggin to get immunity
Seventeenage but soon to influence
The whole community killin the coonery
Meanwhile, runnin ya necks for jewelry
Under duress, in tune
The elephant in the room
Full of peanut holdin faggots
That's plottin upon my doom
It's soundin like a
Counterstrike is quintessential
Track murder's never incidental
"What is the difference between
A black revolution and a negro revolution?
Bloodshed! You haven't got a revolution
That doesn't involve bloodshed
And you are afraid to bleed
I said, you're afraid to bleed!
Fuck the world if you can grab it
Life's a bitch and Lil
Wayne's a fuckin faggot pardon my French
It's just a habit, I been harborin tense
For labels nothing's adding up cause
They ain't marketing sense fuck it
Our count of dollars is shit
So when our ends come up
We do the math and hit the mall to repent
Maybe they should offer us tents
Droppin racks to clear the racks
It should be all on the rent
I hit the homie, ordered 30 nugs of stank cus
Our home is in foreclosure and
They say my mama bankrupt
Tryna get some bread
You niggas tryna getcha rank up
Pushin hella dank
Just to fill the fuckin tank up
So whatchu know bout that my mans? Blank
The expression on they face
When I play my fuckin tape sealin my fate
Shouts to God and Satan
Kill em all, we ain't got time to escape
The holographic apocalypse is on
It's way look up as the sane minded
Use mic stands, pots and pans
To push raps, gats and other contrabands
The rest of the world hopelessly
Rests in fates arms and as shit grows tense
Less and less will make sense
Doom starts with an A
Freedom starts with an X
Negro said on the plantation what you mean
Separate? From America? This good white man?
Where you gonna get a better
Job than you get here?
I mean this is what you say! I
Don't i ain't left nothin' in Africa
That's what you say while you
Left your mind in Africa"
Bitch I'm back i'm back for the 10th time
Catalyzin revolution, the national enzyme
From the land
Where becoming a fan is dickridin
You live with 2 picks, Be a slave
Or split ties
I know it wasn't the plan to switch sides
Or to shuffle the momentum
The clan just shifts tides
It's implied, that we burn your insides
Lyrical spitfire nigga let the synth ride
Let go of goals and exposed my soul
Knock-knockin for opportunity
Beggin to get immunity
Seventeenage but soon to influence
The whole community killin the coonery
Meanwhile, runnin ya necks for jewelry
Under duress, in tune
The elephant in the room
Full of peanut holdin faggots
That's plottin upon my doom
It's soundin like a
Counterstrike is quintessential
Track murder's never incidental
"What is the difference between
A black revolution and a negro revolution?
Bloodshed! You haven't got a revolution
That doesn't involve bloodshed
And you are afraid to bleed
I said, you're afraid to bleed!
Fuck the world if you can grab it
Life's a bitch and Lil
Wayne's a fuckin faggot pardon my French
It's just a habit, I been harborin tense
For labels nothing's adding up cause
They ain't marketing sense fuck it
Our count of dollars is shit
So when our ends come up
We do the math and hit the mall to repent
Maybe they should offer us tents
Droppin racks to clear the racks
It should be all on the rent
I hit the homie, ordered 30 nugs of stank cus
Our home is in foreclosure and
They say my mama bankrupt
Tryna get some bread
You niggas tryna getcha rank up
Pushin hella dank
Just to fill the fuckin tank up
So whatchu know bout that my mans? Blank
The expression on they face
When I play my fuckin tape sealin my fate
Shouts to God and Satan
Kill em all, we ain't got time to escape
The holographic apocalypse is on
It's way look up as the sane minded
Use mic stands, pots and pans
To push raps, gats and other contrabands
The rest of the world hopelessly
Rests in fates arms and as shit grows tense
Less and less will make sense
Doom starts with an A
Freedom starts with an X