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lirik lagu black soul – juztkp

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[intro: tony cruzz]

why advocate for a holiday billie was already celebrating?
just like strange fruit on trees with blood on leaves
the black soul leaks in the streets
our community retreats so p-ssively bold
while they actively dig for white gold

[chorus: juztkp]

black soul, dead in the street that’s white gold, i go
michael, 24, lebron james
uh huh, ok, whats up, shut up
you rap, me too, this you? shut up
d-mn
b-tch n-gg- don’t touch my slab
d-mn
b-tch n-gg- better catch a cab
i go
on & on & on on &
on & on & on on &
plugged in like components
boy show me my opponent

[verse 1: juztkp]

ima product of the one time they didn’t use a condom, my grandma taught me
always put the fatback in ya collards, too much soul
when im cooking in the mix why i got the neckbones on the alb-m
it’s a war going on outside and my mom want me home we can get pulled over get shot for a phone now
they been confusing sh-t for guns for years
they see us in they dreams our skin they fear
i close my eyes to avoid losing my mind
why i feel as if i am one of a kind
but these flows different, i don’t rhyme like them
see my drugs different, we don’t sip like them
see these cars different, whip left scars on us
in god we trust
but can’t even trust a motha f-cka looking lie us
tell me really yall, who can we trust now?
so we hit licks, making ends meat we does this
systematically oppressed us, compressed us with concrete
can’t even get clean water, can’t even feed our daughters
and a n-gg- wanna test these waters
cuzz he too ain’t got clean water
so he bust gats and i bust bac and that’s

[chorus: juztkp]

black soul, dead in the street that’s white gold, i go
michael, 24, lebron james
uh huh, ok, whats up, shut up
you rap, me too, this you? shut up
d-mn
b-tch n-gg- don’t touch my slab
d-mn
b-tch n-gg- better catch a cab
i go
on & on & on on &
on & on & on on &
plugged in like components
boy show me my opponent

[verse 2: juztkp]

bandana on they said that im ruthless and stupid
i was rocking suits they said i was too good & clueless
they were blackballing cuzz they couldn’t grasp this movement
since you got all these answers then why the f-ck can’t you do this
i was chosen, bussin, like a old laker it’s magic
sixth sense seeing dead rappers my closet friend been the plot twist
only thing i got from school was a bad liver still, need more tequila
take away this yesterday & turn up on tomorrow
out in hillsbourough, next day its atl
my tags expired i hope these ncops don’t expire me just take me to jail
ain’t new to me, they framed me, labeled me now im part of the system
these old heads telling me to straighten up i’ll fight yo right in this cell brah
you made me cold, i wanted to be like you when i was 6 years old
see you caught the man that broke into our apartment home
superman to me, you fooled me, you lied to me and behold
that kid was only eleven years old, its cold

[chorus: juztkp]

black soul, dead in the street that’s white gold, i go
michael, 24, lebron james
uh huh ok whats up shut up
you rap, me too, this you? shut up
dab
b-tch n-gg- don’t touch my slab
d-mn
b-tch n-gg- better catch a cab
i go
on & on & on on &
on & on & on on &
plugged in like components

[verse 3: tony cruzz]

they call it minding they business, modern day archeologist

they do this sh-t, picture it, vividly, right out ya front door
live for this, different, rigorously, ya conscious already know
did it ever occur that a oncra, resembles a female s-x symbol i ain’t talking bout a p-rnstar
open ya mind good god its on star
you are the gold and your soul is a bright star
don’t let em wrangle you up, brand you, bret farve
just keep following the drinking gourge, we came this far
from private r’s to battle scars to stereotype rims on box cars
from poverty, illiteracy, the list goes on & on & on
silent protesters spark the conversation to make em think a war is on
in reality, we just get distracted from social media reaction
taking our prized posession, meantime we blind, thinking its blank, furetheremore, we remorse
our morse history. i guess we like the finer things, riddle that huh

black soul

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