Dirty White-Sinisterman
• Written by Sinisterman
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my people, it's time.
It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin).
Straight out the hot dungeons of rap.
The angel drops deep as does my knight.
I never run, 'cause to run is the wife of white.
Beyond the walls of heart, life is defined.
I think of ladies when I'm in an America state of mind.
Hope the bite got some night.
My light don't like no dirty white.
Run up to the right and get the insight.
In an America state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The useful angel?
You complain about darkness.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the black archangel.
I'm rappin' to the rock,
And I'm gonna move your block.
Married, lifeless, pointless, like a heart
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a start.
I can't take the darkness, can't take the light.
I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no white.
I'm rappin' to the block,
And I'm gonna move your rock.
Yea, yaz, in an America state of mind.
When I was young my wife had a start.
I waz kicked out without no chart.
I never thought I'd see that art.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my wife's counterpart.
A poor fairy is quite the contemporary.
Thinking of ladies. Yaz, thinking of ladies (ladies).
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Sinisterman
Member since February 5 2021