
State Prisoner Black Thought
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[Intro: Stokely Carmichael]
We need each other, we have to have each other for our survival
From the revolutionaries to the conservatives, a black united front
(Uh huh) Is what we're about (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
The makin' of the mob, the changin' of the guard
An angel from the Lord in ceremonial garb
The big homie in charge, main culprit at large
Emerged over the odds, the victory is ours
The talented Mr. Trotter, a midnight marauder
If there's blood in thе water, no stoppin' the top shotta
I drop bombs, multiple arms likе candelabras, on a mission
I'm chasing chicken like a Chupacabra, nigga
Salute your father, I'm headed back to Wakanda
After the drama, rappers get medivac'ed to the trauma
To kill a lion separated from the pride
I rule Zion, I am the most hated one alive
A gun was fired, another one expired
I represent the unwanted, undesired
Wash my hands off it all, then raise one and testified
To lyrical manslaughter, I'm guilty but justified, nigga
[Bridge]
I started running the streets when I was nine
When, when I started running around at nine
I knew what I was gonna do when I was ten
We need each other, we have to have each other for our survival
From the revolutionaries to the conservatives, a black united front
(Uh huh) Is what we're about (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
The makin' of the mob, the changin' of the guard
An angel from the Lord in ceremonial garb
The big homie in charge, main culprit at large
Emerged over the odds, the victory is ours
The talented Mr. Trotter, a midnight marauder
If there's blood in thе water, no stoppin' the top shotta
I drop bombs, multiple arms likе candelabras, on a mission
I'm chasing chicken like a Chupacabra, nigga
Salute your father, I'm headed back to Wakanda
After the drama, rappers get medivac'ed to the trauma
To kill a lion separated from the pride
I rule Zion, I am the most hated one alive
A gun was fired, another one expired
I represent the unwanted, undesired
Wash my hands off it all, then raise one and testified
To lyrical manslaughter, I'm guilty but justified, nigga
[Bridge]
I started running the streets when I was nine
When, when I started running around at nine
I knew what I was gonna do when I was ten
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