Audubon Ballroom

歌詞

God is great Verse 1: Ghetto's, America's, US to the Izzay Killer inner cities Where the sun shine and the shizzade Judge won't pull 'em out the pen like a grenade For acting out their fears like a charade So they blackin' out their tears like it's lights out Bring 'em out the black like a lighthouse And wave to 'em for they wiped out Lifesaver throw it hope they catch it But it's so titanic to be iced out That's just scratching the surface like triple axels Want to roll around that Bentley like crystal castles In addition to the chain That's just to take the attention from the pain Or is it the mission of the man Audobon ballroom Hook: Now white people, you can't say nigga Sorry gotta take it back Now, black people, where my niggas Cuz God made us better than that Verse 2: No break, our way, HI mayhem for your all state May him all stay, get up good, fall great Like a golf grate, make the ball break Just one swing, no putting That's how I try and does things always Especially when your past is Martin, Baldwin Audubon ballroom Turn the glass ceiling to a glass floor And make a trampoline out a trap door On that gasoline when I was back poor Loudly crafting out my dream underneath a tapped floor Backpack battle cat, underground rap lord Anonymous but dominant, what's a Mac to a hacker In other words we lyrical sucker bird Pimp you may move a mouse but what's a rat to a cat store It's a like a gig to an app store My rap black history can only see my past if you fast forward Hook Black panthers, black anthems, black blues With black answers from black stances, Langston Hughes Breaking rules, ain't it cool Took an old, and made it new Black painters, musical black anger Black mothers, beautiful black anchors So let's hear it for 'em, let's hear it for 'em Let's hear it for 'em, let's hear it for 'em Black America, trap America, 80's babies, crack America Rap America, bad as Erica From the era of, family tearin' up But we just one big, can't be undid Formed a whole culture, in just one kid Miami dope boys, Oakland militants Harlem Renaissance, it's our deliverance Hook