Black Dawn

For many though, this birth place
 Of the automobile and organized labor
 Was seen as a promised land
 For 25 years, sudden black migrated North
 Seeking middle class prosperity
 But by summer of 1967
 Much of that hope, had turned to hopelessness
 Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky, a black dawn
 Put your wallabies back on, it's time for a swarm
 You that wrong, you get your Timberlands blacked on
 Jungle fatigues, bulletproof vests back on
 I blow dimes all up in your way, spit a dart in your face
 You don't know me in the first place
 My birthday equivalent to forty earthquakes
 I smirk gray, polly on streets where the motors leaks
 Kids hold heat cause they places is cold
 My weight's in goal, turn about face behold
 The street scroll, never once flow, said wise old
 Elder, I hear beats like Helen Keller
 Feel 'em straight out the speaker, to my animated blood flow
 Pass records around like contaminated needle, heave hoe
 My sound heavy like tree fall, I flee halls, bleed through gauds
 Carry grym reaper in millimeter form, you spill a liter for him
 Born to take any soul, relentless henny flow, chops heads like guillotines
 Smoke Philly's with my queen, I'm still in the machine
 DT's at my day job, talking bout the date room
 They may drown me, my shadow too vicious
 Can't keep them around me, hide 'em under the hoody
 He love like Whitney, intelligent like Eli
 We ride like the genie, pass time
 Like a clock used for a Frisbee, George Roll
 Wallstreet, that's the shoes that fit me
 Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky, a black dawn
 Put your wallabies back on, it's time for a swarm
 You that wrong, you get your Timberlands blacked on
 Jungle fatigues, bulletproof vests back on
 Burn a building, Wu-Tang bats all in the sky
 Causing a black day, I see through the eye of a tornado, false feed with greater labels
 Tower of Babel labels, follow room when I call the chrome
 Tell home lord, I slice you, I engineer trains of thought, diabolical molecules
 Light skin marksmen, part taming your follicles
 Twelve men equipped, seven rappers can vouch too
 About you, fuckin' with me, my Clan emblem
 Remember where it came from, four eye, cock and name one
 Dart at the cranium, fuck up your suit coat
 Each rhymes I wrote, aimed at the Ivory Coast
 Piano keys I tap, like a nervous child's knee
 I served in the streets for the army of God
 Bring your bomb squad, national guard, I'm passin' through bars
 Escapin' prison, armed with great vision
 God given heredity, better be
 The armed bank robber with pedigree
 Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky, a black dawn
 Put your wallabies back on, it's time for a swarm
 You that wrong, you get your Timberlands blacked on
 Jungle fatigues, bulletproof vests back on
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