yankee and the brave (ep. 4)

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This week on Yankee and The Brave
 Back at it like a crack addict, Mr. Black Magic, crack a bitch back
 Chiropractic Craftmatic, big daddy smokin' big Cali
 In the black alley, in a black Grand Natty
 Rollin' down, ole natty hair
 Nappy, matty as a black granddaddy, all fact
 No cappin', fat, black, bold captain, stay floatin'
 No flappin', wave runner, I'm a gunner
 I'ma have your block hot as a sauna all summer
 And I put that on Osama and my motherfuckin' mama
 I'ma terrorize the actors playing like they want some drama
 I'ma chop 'em with a chopper 'til I motherfuckin' drop 'em
 Stack addict, I mack with the blackest fabric, I'm back
 I'm magically rackin' it, that's what I'm talkin', rat-a-tat-tats
 I'm runnin' the trunk up for sucker shit
 Matter of fact, kiss the ass and even the cra-a-ack
 Automatic facts, it's like tha-a-at
 Scandal bliss when you puttin' villains in charge of shit
 All of us targeted, all we doin' is arguin'
 Part of them isn't workin' 'til every pockets been picked and sold and harvested
 I'm ready to mob on these fuckin' Charlatan
 (Charlatan, charlatan, charlatan, charlatan, charlatan, charlatan, charlatan)
 Go-go-go-, go-go-go-go-
 Go-go-go-going up
 'Til time die, I'm galatically fly
 The moon is movin' the maniacs in a shitty decline
 Hearts fried, all this neon is rippin' us up inside
 Immortality's out of bounds, it's a one-round ride
 I got one round left, a hunnid cops outside
 I could shoot at them or put one between my eyes
 Chose the latter, it don't matter, it ain't suicide
 And if the news say it was, that's a goddamn lie
 I can't let the pigs kill me, I got too much pride
 And I meant it when I said it, never take me alive
 I got the Grand Nat runnin' in the alley outside
 Yo Michael run like you hungry and get your ass in the ride
 I'd rather have and not need you than watch your rotten demise
 And you still owe me for them Nikes, you do not get to just die
 You try to fuck with my brother, you get the bastard surprise
 And that's more honest than your whole life in a fraction of time
 I didn't get my degree in how to smoke weed 'til I'm blind
 So you could ruin my high, Jewel Runner, do, and you're bye
 My brother made a point, so out the back door I'ma slide
 I'm chubby, husky, thighs rubbing, fuckin' up my Levi's
 The crooked copper got the proper, I put lead in his eye
 Plus we heard he murdered a black child, so none of us cry
 Yankee and The Brave are here
 Everybody hit the deck
 We don't mean no harm
 But we truly mean all the disrespect (Four)
 

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Duration
02:26
Key
10
Tempo
82 BPM

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