Black Dawn

For many though, this birth place

Of the automobile and organized labor

Was seen as a promised land

For 25 years, sudden black migrated North

Seeking middle class prosperity

But by summer of 1967

Much of that hope, had turned to hopelessness

Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky, a black dawn

Put your wallabies back on, it's time for a swarm

You that wrong, you get your Timberlands blacked on

Jungle fatigues, bulletproof vests back on

I blow dimes all up in your way, spit a dart in your face

You don't know me in the first place

My birthday equivalent to forty earthquakes

I smirk gray, polly on streets where the motors leaks

Kids hold heat cause they places is cold

My weight's in goal, turn about face behold

The street scroll, never once flow, said wise old

Elder, I hear beats like Helen Keller

Feel 'em straight out the speaker, to my animated blood flow

Pass records around like contaminated needle, heave hoe

My sound heavy like tree fall, I flee halls, bleed through gauds

Carry grym reaper in millimeter form, you spill a liter for him

Born to take any soul, relentless henny flow, chops heads like guillotines

Smoke Philly's with my queen, I'm still in the machine

DT's at my day job, talking bout the date room

They may drown me, my shadow too vicious

Can't keep them around me, hide 'em under the hoody

He love like Whitney, intelligent like Eli

We ride like the genie, pass time

Like a clock used for a Frisbee, George Roll

Wallstreet, that's the shoes that fit me

Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky, a black dawn

Put your wallabies back on, it's time for a swarm

You that wrong, you get your Timberlands blacked on

Jungle fatigues, bulletproof vests back on

Burn a building, Wu-Tang bats all in the sky

Causing a black day, I see through the eye of a tornado, false feed with greater labels

Tower of Babel labels, follow room when I call the chrome

Tell home lord, I slice you, I engineer trains of thought, diabolical molecules

Light skin marksmen, part taming your follicles

Twelve men equipped, seven rappers can vouch too

About you, fuckin' with me, my Clan emblem

Remember where it came from, four eye, cock and name one

Dart at the cranium, fuck up your suit coat

Each rhymes I wrote, aimed at the Ivory Coast

Piano keys I tap, like a nervous child's knee

I served in the streets for the army of God

Bring your bomb squad, national guard, I'm passin' through bars

Escapin' prison, armed with great vision

God given heredity, better be

The armed bank robber with pedigree

Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky, a black dawn

Put your wallabies back on, it's time for a swarm

You that wrong, you get your Timberlands blacked on

Jungle fatigues, bulletproof vests back on

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