
SABRE TEETH Moss (EDM) (Ft. Genesis Owusu)
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[Intro]
Won't you walk with me today?
My dark pigment holds no shade
Won't you hold my hand today?
Swear my Blackness is no shame
[Verse 1]
Ah, cracker want me dead, cracker want me dead, yeah
Target on my head, target on my head, yeah
I can't trust a fed, I can't trust a fed
They murdered Malcolm, Huey, King
But I'm the violent one they said
Take back your existence or you gon' die like a punk
My soles are bloody **** red from all the heathens I stomp
I walk through blood-ridden rivers spawnеd by the police and monks
So you gon' have to bеg my pardon, I'm not trustin' your judge
Truth ain't been sweet in a long time
Brood as I see White-on-White crime
They can't believe that I'm in line
Because I be Black as midnight
You cannot save my soul
You ain't been in control
Angel in Satan clothes
Piss off
With love, I'll hock and spit on you bozos
You a racisized heathen and a broke ho
You just wanna click-clack on my photo
I bet you see the sabre teeth and you a no-show
Won't you walk with me today?
My dark pigment holds no shade
Won't you hold my hand today?
Swear my Blackness is no shame
[Verse 1]
Ah, cracker want me dead, cracker want me dead, yeah
Target on my head, target on my head, yeah
I can't trust a fed, I can't trust a fed
They murdered Malcolm, Huey, King
But I'm the violent one they said
Take back your existence or you gon' die like a punk
My soles are bloody **** red from all the heathens I stomp
I walk through blood-ridden rivers spawnеd by the police and monks
So you gon' have to bеg my pardon, I'm not trustin' your judge
Truth ain't been sweet in a long time
Brood as I see White-on-White crime
They can't believe that I'm in line
Because I be Black as midnight
You cannot save my soul
You ain't been in control
Angel in Satan clothes
Piss off
With love, I'll hock and spit on you bozos
You a racisized heathen and a broke ho
You just wanna click-clack on my photo
I bet you see the sabre teeth and you a no-show
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